Troubles at the Tavern
Exhilarated from your vicious tonic's weightI slowly poured you into a glass
Mixed you with a little heartache and hate
Tipped you over and swallowed my past
Tossed aside, alone on the scarred and tattered table
Embrace the burn within my closing throat
gate far from easy and less than stable
as I leave the bar, grabbing my coat
Into the night on a cold and heartless street
Tighten the coat around me from the cold
and memories of you that I avoid but still meet
This pain and alcohol, my friends of old
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