one drink, then two

happy, bubbly, nice, and sweet

and i start to wonder who

stands on those feet.

three drinks, then four

careless, stupid, and matter-of-fact

i say no more,

and that's when you start the act.

"i'm okay, ill be careful"

i say no, we made a pact.

you take the bottle, take on long pull.

five drinks, six, and seven.

i cant keep count

are you at eleven?

from mole hill to mount

you keep on going

angry, mean, and hateful

the birds are crowing.

summer spring winter fall

you keep on going

you drink through them all

don't touch me

keep away

you're evil, hateful, cant you see?

you play the game i don't wanna play.

it never stops,

it never will

even the cops

cant make you still

i want you to know

what i think

and when i go

it'll be in ink

where i went

and why i didn't stay

you bent and bent

till i broke away.

i don't hate you

just what you've done

one drink, then two.

i've gotta run