I feel the drink hit the back of my throat,
I see all the skeletons in my closet, all the ghosts of my past.
I see couples up dancing,
Music blaring and the lights are blinding.
Soon I feel the euphoria rushing through my veins,
And for a second I'm happy again.
The only way I feel that type of joy,
Is if I'm asking for more of the poison.
It keeps me numb but not happy,
So I throw down another dollar.
Bartender keep them coming,
Because if you don't I'm forced to remember.
So I throw a shot back and it burns my throat,
I then ask the bartender for another, because one more won't hurt.
