24

Twenty-four, and this year nobody bought

Me alcohol. 

Three years ago it was the go to,

The standard.

But now life has been tainted and

Addiction has crept its way in

And they think if they just don't buy it, 

I'll forget that I need it. 

They think I'll take it too far, 

And to be honest I probably will

But I hate being treated like a child, 

Like a ticking time bomb, 

Even though that's exactly what I am. 

And I know I'm one mixed drink away from 

Running from it all at full speed, 

But that's not the point.