I wait for that moment
when the bottle first touches my lips
and I start to relax with the first couple sips.
And the more I drink, the better I feel.
All the stress goes away,
and nothing’s a big deal.
Then when the bottles almost gone,
I think “Just one more.”
And with one last sip,
I pass out on the floor.

I spent a week’s worth of pay
on that bottle of pills
and I’m loving this feeling
of not having to feel.
My problems are gone now
I took double the dose
and my vision is blurred,
but nobody knows.
Then I get curious
I think “Just one more”
and pop one last pill,
then pass out on the floor.

I show up at the party
ready to drink.
They told me I shouldn’t.
Who cares what they think?
Shot after shot
I feel a bit dazed
and I'm drinking the most
but who’s counting anyways?
My friends say “enough”
I say “Just one more.”
And with one last drink,
I pass out on the floor.

They say I have a problem.
What do they know?
I can stop if I want.
They didn't invite me to go.
So here I am alone,
bottle in hand
sitting in the corner
because I'm too drunk to stand.
And now the bottle’s empty,
the pills are all gone.
I don't want to go to sleep;
This feeling is wrong.
Then I start to fade.
I fight for just one more,
then with one last breath,
I die there on the floor.