Drink one.
They taste alright but I'm just hoping to have a little fun;
Nothing happens.
Onto drink number two.
Maybe it'll help me to forget you;
Still nothing.
The third drink makes me wish you were there.
My vision starts to get blurry
and I don't know why I'm doing the things that I am.
The quick shots hurt a little
but it's nothing compared to the constant pain
of trying to let you go.
What does 'no' mean?
Cause it's definitely not in my vocabulary for the night.
Random hands in my face
and voices saying, "try this too."
This one's for you.
Cheeks red,
skin's burning.
They keep them coming.
Please let this one do the job.
I knew it was wrong but I didn't seem to care.
The anger and misery were supposed to disappear
just as quickly as the alcohol.
I can see this becoming a habit for awhile.
Late night parties,
walking home in the darkness,
random faces.
This one's for you.
