We watched him cry over a bowl of beef noodles
nobody really knew why he was crying
none of us knew what to do
we waited for out beef noodles like sanctuary
hoping that somehow he would swallow his sorrow with the beef noodles

we both felt guilty, not knowing the right thing to say
we both felt helpless, not knowing how to make it all go away

drink then
someone said

we drank cheap wine and Irish whiskey
something of that sort

everybody ended up drunk expect for me
I seem to have discovered my secret talent in drinking