Where’s the stop button?
There is not a switch for this.
Too far again,
‘No you’re not allowed in, miss’.
A couple more shots,
It’s all fun at the time.
We laugh at drunken memories,
I can’t remember mine.
What’s it like to know your limits?
I wish I had that trait.
Yet I just keep on drinking,
the next day filled with hate.
This has got to end,
this isn’t the real me.
I just can’t help being,
a stupid OCD.
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