I want to get fucked up,

Throw back shots until I throw up,

Drink until I can no longer,

Break the hangover and come back stronger.

I want to forget all that I know,

Pick my poison and let it all go.

Sour some gin, some rum, some 'ka, some jack,

And take some more down when I begin to hack.

Maybe I am just a glutton for pain,

Or maybe this kind won't feel the same

I want to not know why I'm feeling so bad

And if I'm that drunk I might not be as sad.

For, it is strongly because I'm so melancholic,

That I aspire to be a shit-faced alcoholic.