Four drinks in and my eyes feel small
I ran too fast down a too-long hall
The bouncer’s really staring loud,
can’t find my feet for the crowd,
and I’m greeting everyone with a smile that wows
asking if they’d please kill me now.
Five drinks in and I’m full of hate
shouting at the people who wanna wait
screaming on the streets like a pig on the block,
Waiting for the world to take a chop,
Pushing through snow like a stumbling plow
wondering who’s gonna kill me now?
Six drinks in and it’s been an hour,
Threw up twice in someone’s shower,
Glass in my foot and my head’s gone numb
I’m no longer playing when I’m playing dumb,
and I’m still here asking how,
How about you kill me now?