cigarette between my thumb and fingers
a calm comes over the length of me
a tumbler full of tennessee whiskey
taking away the pain that still lingers
a vinyl record thats been scratched to hell
plays you over and over and over again
about your cheatin heart and where its been
loneliness is the space of which i dwell
daylight would probably do my skin good
a cold shower maybe even a shave
a minute of sleep havent slept in days
if i could get up and move i would
cigarette pressed against my cracked lips
I take an inhale deep down in my chest
throw away the tumbler and drink the rest
i tilt back my head and close my eyelids
flip the record over for the last time
crush the smoke out on the living room floor
realizing i cant take this anymore
pull the trigger on a victimless crime
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