thinking lullaby

Do you sing when you drink? A lullaby for what you think?
Do you know yourself so well, do you think?
That your words will be remembered past tha' drink?
Stumble home, all alone,
past strangers wary,
who don't condone,
your choice of drinkin'
all alone.
Yet strangers share,
through look and stare,
that feeling laid bare,
oh let them stare.
And make witness,
I exist,
if not now,
then when remissed,
and
thus I'll live forever,
though dismissed,
as strange,
a stranger,
passed and noted,
talked of remotely,
vicariously,
my dreams wished.