One drink, two drink, three drinks..an hour later I’m hitting the floor.
The world’s spinning, I can’t see straight anymore.
I want it to stop, I feel sick to my stomach.
Where is everyone?
“Come on Des there’s more!”


Four drinks, five drinks, six drinks..now I’m at the sink.
I’m getting sick, I’m puking.
“Come on Des, come drink some more!”


Seven, eight, nine..now I’m in the sky.
Woo there’s boys, come on guys come in this room.

I wake up.
I’m all alone and have not a clue!
What happened last night?
I hope my mom thinks I’m alright.

Why did they let me drink so much?
Why didn’t they make me stop?

“Des you coming tonight?”

I wish I could go back to being sober,
Because life’s short
and you never know when it’s going to be over.