Wasted

I open the bottle and pour a glass,

I promise it will only be one.

As I sip and talk and sip and laugh,

I still feel that it won’t be undone.

The glass half empty or is it half full,

Makes me feel slightly on edge.

Not knowing if I’ll stick to my plan,

Or again abandon my pledge.

My friends drink another,

I cave in, and say to myself just one more.

And before I know it, I’ve finished that glass,

Then it’s three when that’s gone straight to four.

I’m laughing, I’m spinning, and all my fears have flown away,

I’m the bell of the party so I know I have to stay.

I’ve lost the sense of all reason so I ask for just one more,

Then my head starts getting lighter and I slump to the floor.

I awake in the morning every noise I hear tenfold,

And realise my pledge I did not uphold

And then I here that small voice in my head say to me,

It’s the first one that you take, that will never set you free.