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The Bottle

Keep it to yourself.

By Marcus KruepPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Me and the bottle have been thinking of you again

Wondering where you are, and asking how you’ve been

Sometimes I can fight it

And a sober mind denies it

But I don’t myself calling you again

I hear three rings, and then

If you’re calling me

To tell me how you feel

It’s not that I don’t care. I’m just not going there again

I’ve been there and done that

I’m not coming back

Just put that bottle and those feelings on a shelf

Keep it to yourself

Her and the bottle have been thinking of me again

She calls me up just one more time and asks me how I've been

This time I can fight it and my sober mind denies it

The call's over just as quick as it began.

But my phone rings again.

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