attention alcohol disorder

sometimes even bliss can't make you happy.
[i was thinking about this poem the whole way over here]
where do we go when we're inside ourselves?
what is it that catches our attention?
what is it about alcohol that's so distracting?
why is it that i'm always so hopeful?

even happiness can't make me happy
{i kept thinking about that the whole way over here}
is it so painful or is it just boring?
who am i even asking?
there has got to be more than this
call me a dreamer
but this just isn't cutting it.