by Paul Roberts

Created on: January 13, 2010

Whiskey won't kill me, that's the one thing I found

and the bottom of a bottle can let you you down.

I can be stupid and loose all my good sense,

and the grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence.

I look in the mirror and there's a fool standing there

half bottle of whiskey, blood shot eyes and a beard,

Had to be stupid and run off at the mouth,

now only lonely echoes rumble through this house.

Quit all the denial and those wasted tears,

pour out that bottle and shave that beard.

Yes you can be stupid but sober up for now

and try to pick up the pieces some way some how.

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