Annie and Alistair

Three pills in weekly compartments How do three fill a one room apartment? As we cast out vote You light a roll up under your coat Spare time, amateur dramatics From an old script We found in the attic, as we learn our lines We're living it one day at a time Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair Top of the twelfth step, a cross on the calendar Steady and sober, talking it over, are we all right now? Late night, a comedy open mic We head for the glow of the exit light And miss the joke, downing our Bacardi and Cokes Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair Top of the twelfth step, we fall off the banister Steady and sober, talking it over, are we alright now? And I thought I could help it I thought I could hold it down No one was closer to making the final round Sat in a circle, a note in the journal Are we alright now? Cross dress a face in the mirror ball, A hot mess, a rave in the dinner hall We rise up and over the houses And we wont look down