Sitting alone in a circular room
drinking shots left and right
'til i can stand myself
as i continue to pound down
shot after shot
10 shots down
trying to stand without falling over
i try and recite the alphabet backwards even though i cant do that even when im sober
while hopping on one leg
20 shots down
im just now starting to trip and such
but i can still remember my name which is the opposite of what i need to be doing
i dont want to remember the hell this day has put me through
30 shots down
now i cant remember why i started drinking but whatever the reason im sure it was bad enough to make me blow all of my b-day money on booze and cheap balloons
60 shots down
im thinking i should be dead from all the alcohol poisoning that i've prolly obtained from 5 minutes ago when i first started to drink
oh well im loving my shots and thats all that matters wouldnt you agree sis?
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