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Bury my head in my hands
I think I should pray
But I need an instant reaction
So maybe I should just drink you away.
Just let it go.
Pop out that bottle of good ol’ Jack
Crack the seal
A few drops for the dead – always respect the dead
The scent tickles my nostrils just like your expensive perfume.
That puts a brief smile on my face but then those thoughts infiltrate my brain.
I raise the bottle to my lips and drink and taste like I would of you
A few drops slide down the side of the bottlelike my hand could on your leg.
Smooth.
My eyes fixate on the traveler.
The tears that should have fallen but refuse to come out
The tears that should have washed these feelings away.
But they’re still here and the bottle’s half done
Tick tock the clock chimes away,
another bottle’s done and I can’t remember the day.
It’s getting dark all around and all I see is the faint silhouette of your face.