Bottoms Up
It’s a competition
One shot, two shot
Three shot, four
Drink all night
Until you drop to the floor
You think that it’s fun
And you think that you’re cool
But you wake the next morning
And you feel like a fool
But next weekend isn’t different
No, it’s always the same
You drink for different reasons
It’s fascination, it’s a game
No matter how much you drink
It never heals the pain
Who you are is still inside you
As much as you try to drown it
But I guess shots are cheaper
Than a few trips to the psychologist
Watching you is painful
Because I’ve seen it all before
Slurred speech and sloppy movements
You’re out of control
And now I’m flashing back
To when I was just nine years old
Because you can beg an alcoholic
You can plead with them to stop
You can tell them that you love them
But it’ll never be enough
They just keep on drinking
Walking the road to an early grave
Not seeing the path of destruction
That has been left in their wake
So don’t tell me that I’m stupid
Don’t tell me that it’s strange
Don’t suggest I “loosen up and just have a drink”
Alcohol has been with me forever
Sometimes I feel as if it’s already in my veins
It’s been passed down through generations
But I don’t want to be the same
The lies it’s formed, the tears it’s caused
The way people behave
These are things you don’t know
So if you tell me it’s just one drink
Remember, it might have taken them
But I will not be its slave