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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Falcon2001

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I burn my throat each night in passing

Of a hope that I once had

That you really cared about me

I guess that it's just too damn bad

So I drink myself past slurring

And straight on to haphazard joy

Hoping to forget about this song

About a heart that's now destroyed

 

Once upon a time this bottle

Was something to remember you by

But these days it's something to

Forget you with

 

I held out hope and duly waited

A phone clenched in my slick hand

A hope fleeting on my fingertips

Things would go off like I planned

But luck's never been on my side

I've never seen a lucky turn

Things turned out how they always do

My hope turned to ash and burned

 

Once upon a time this bottle

Was something to remember you by

But these days it's something to

Forget you with

 

I know that if you call me up one day

I'll forgive everything you did

I can't hate you for your actions

I can't hate you 'cause you hid

I'm foolish and a wreck some days

And I'm still ashamed to say

Most nights I'm still here drinking

Trying to forget that day

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