Take a shot, take a hit

Take a shot, take a hit. One down, feel the warmth pulsing, coursing. Its not enough, you still remember, you still feel, you still feel. Two down, the night still wants to grip you, dance with you, own you, break you. Three down, the smiles linger on your face, your heart picks up the pace. Take a shot, take a hit. Four down, things are smaller, things move that you thought stayed in place, you cough but don't feel your throat tissue tear. Five down, you hope you gave up the keys because you're about to give up your knees. Six down, your face is flushed, your head is rushed, your conscience hushed. Take a shot, take a hit. Seven down, let the memories drown, the clowns about to take you down. You don't know them, you don't care. Eight down, you're stupid, you're half, you're forgetting. Take a shot, take a hit. Nine down, does it really matter? You won't remember, you won't remember, you'll still care.