Drink one, I order a pitcher of Vodka and red bull;
It doesn’t give me wings, but my glass is half empty, it is never half full.
Drink two, I order a Rum and Coke, with a double Whisky chaser;
My Girlfriend may have upped and left, but 5 of these Aftershocks can easily replace her.
Drink three, I order a Bacardi over ice;
I still can’t believe my Girlfriend broke my heart, not once, but twice.
Drink four, I order 10 shots of Sambucca, to flush away my pain;
Alcohol replaces my blood flow, to try and detox my brain.
Drink five, I order another jug of Vodka and Red Bull, this time it makes my body fly;
Blood shot weeping eyes, revel a man trying so hard not to cry.
Drink six, I order a bottle of Tequila, lemon and some salt;
I may be drowning in drink, but this time it isn’t my fault.
Drink seven, I order a Brandy and Coke, I feel so strong, as I congratulate myself for making it so far;
Another shot of Whisky later, I feel like I can try and raise the bar.
Drink eight is quickly followed by Drink nine, and then follows drink number ten;
I make friends with my fellow raver’s, when in fact we are just a group of random looking men.
Drink eleven, I order a bunch of Aftershocks, which totally flip reverse my brain;
I lay my head onto the bar, whilst my Girlfriend’s memory drives me insane.
Drink twelve, I order a taxi, but I cannot see my feet, let alone a car;
I fall back facing the night skies, looking at a white blob in the air, which once resembled my star.
Drink thirteen and fourteen are my last, as I swig back a Malibu and Coke, washed down with a treble Gin and Tonic;
As I fall into the taxi, my liver echoes through my body screaming out “HELP, MY OWNER IS A FULL BLOWN ALCOHOLIC”.