The Bliss

I take a pull on my Lagunita.
It tastes good and it feels good.
Something washes over me.
Call it bliss.
I drink a few more.
Comfortably numb.

Then later, a new feeling develops.
Emptiness-wishing I had the bliss.
Feeling good turns to feeling shitty.
Because the good is great
But you always want another taste.
And the taste turns bitter.

When you start chasing the bliss,
You never find it.
When it sneaks up on you,
Try not to give it a name
Cause it's not gonna last.