It is what it is

The way a baby smile brings me immense joy. I wish we had made it. Believe it or not, I can’t claim to have always been right. I won’t say I was always wrong either. But now, I’m faded at the bar, craving whiskey. Give me whiskey, give me whiskey, give me whiskey until I drop.

Oh, it is what it is.

Oh, it is what it is.

Now, I’m stumbling and fumbling my way back to the car, tears streaming down my face as I drive back to the house.

Oh, it is what it is.

Oh, it is what it is.

I see the red lights and the blues flashing in the night. My eyes are blurring as I turn, and the cop says, “Here’s your ticket.”

Oh, it is what it is.

Oh, it is what it is.