I counted the sips the first time. The moon was visible, but there were no stars. The people were loud, and the air was humid from the mass of bodies I would wait a little to see if anything happened. The logical side of me wanted to see how many sips it would take for me to get drunk I hit ten. Nothing. I got impatient, and took a gulp. I didn't even realize I was drunk, but suddenly I was happy. It didn't make you go away like I'd hoped. You still plagued my thoughts and gnawed my insides But it didn't hurt as much
I saw you two days ago It didn't hurt then Well it did, and I shook But I don't know It's the New Years I didn't count the sips I forced down each gulp even though it was such a vile liquid You were still there, and it seemed to get worse. I don't miss you Cause quite frankly you're dead And I want to be too.
Not really. I like living. I just wish you hadn't murdered the old you. It wasn't even the New Years yet.