by: Rebecca Taylor

In the corner of a bar

Was a man unfit to drive his car

In the morning, his memory would be unable to tell his story.

He was trying to dry up

But his mind was very mixed up

He hurt everyone he clutched

He was just using the bottle as a crutch

And he just ended up trying not to reunite

With his very painful pint.

He and his wife

Caused each other lots of strife

Until one day

It came time to say good-bye

He did not cry

He just went on trying

He worked at a job as long as he could

But he was so often misunderstood

He went on trying to hide

All the bad feelings he had

Deep down he knew

That it was him who should keep trying

Eventually he threw the bottle

Against the wall

Said no to last call

He said he was sorry

To his love Rory

Picked up his life

And put an end to his strife

And he ended up trying not to reunite

With his very painful pint.

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