The Count Down

The first drink is to calm the shakes The second one to help erase This retched life that I can't face All because of my drinking days The third one to take off the edge The forth is more to help forget All I said and all I did When I downed that one drink left The fifth makes me foolishly think I can The sixth helps slur what words are left Where all of this will end up at Word to the wise, don't place your bets The seventh turns into a cry for help While the eighth one helps itself On the ship that has set sail Upon this demon liquids constant swell After nine I can't remember why Ten to see I'm legally blind After all of this you would think I'd find A better way to spend my time