Coerce You

You can commune with yourself the way the booze helps you talk to others, pulling away all topics of conversation and points of interest and narrowing the scope of discussion to a point, an algebraically symbolic point, at that. You have your little self-constructed buddhist trip, just you, your false ego, and Paul Westerberg, and you entertain yourself with the idea that you yearn to rise as the lotus, free of shit from the swamp.