The Bottle

I see you opening up that bottle,

And you’re pouring out a glass,

It’s relaxing your inhibitions,

To make this moment last,

You’ll take another drink, you say,

Let the laughter escape the lips,

It’s that smile I know so well,

As you take another sip,

Why is it that I’m on your mind,

Especially when your drunk,

Do you need to escape reality,

Why do you need this junk?

Am I that awful sober?

Am I not enough?

Don’t I make you happy?

Why do you get so rough?

I guess I’m only worth it,

When the bottle is done,

So pour yourself another dear,

As I await the hit and run…

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