I didn’t like who I became.
Wanting to get loose by drinking a cup of Grey Goose.
Hiding away my loneliness and drinking away my shame.
I can point fingers at the people that should have influenced me, but failed, but I’ll take all of the blame.
I hated who I had become, keeping people accountable to not drink, while I was at my sister’s house puking down the sink.
Little nausea, heart beating faster, sweat pouring, but it’s okay keep them drinks flowing.
Throat burning, stomach hurting, but seriously it’s okay keep them drinks flowing.
Loud and firmly, I was saying one more shot won’t mess up THIS kid.
as I was thinking one more shot and tonight I’ll be pissing out red.
Uncomfortable is what I made everyone
speaking nonsense, and not caring if I hurt anyone.
5 months sober, one more drink wouldn’t hurt.
On second thought, I don’t think I’ll try and find out.