I pray you won't like your first sip of alcohol,
That it burns your throat and swells your eyes.
I pray it makes you gag and that you hate it
Because maybe if it's painful,
You won't use it to ease pain.
Maybe if it makes you cringe,
You won't use it to numb your mind.

I pray you won't develop a relationship with tequila,
That's stronger than your bonds with friends.
I pray you'll stop drinking when your head buzzes,
That you won't let your guard down
Because maybe you won't go home with random men
Who will do nothing for you
Except pour drinks down your throat.

I pray men don't take advantage of you,
That you won't black out on Monday nights
And wake up in strangers' beds.
I pray you won't shrug it off like it's nothing,
Because it's not.
I pray you won't fill voids with liquor
Because maybe then you'll start to feel complete.