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True Stories I Made Up
|All the sleepless nights|
waiting for a new day to arrive
I thought I saw you standing across the bar
but I was wrong.
The countless beers I chug down
making my friend piss himself
because thatís what makes the world go round.
How selfish have I become
with one, two, three more until Iím done.
Stumbling outside to my car
but no one stops me
not even the owner of the bar.
I could have wrecked, I could have been killed
such a big price for such a small thrill.
I wake up as I lay down to rest
thinking of all the time I waste.
Now Iím laughing.
Now Iím crying.
I do not know this person Iíve become.
Was it all I lie?
Only to myself, but Iíll be fine.
We play pool and share stories amongst forgotten friends.
How our lives have passed before us
and we never stopped to think
about the people we affect day in and day out.
My choices Iíve made tonight have led me here
I light up a dozen smokes
killing myself slowly through this maze Iím in.
Where do I go from here?
If only that was you across the bar.
If only that was you sharing these laughs.
But youíre missing out again
and Iím in no condition to drive.
Iím going to though
because I donít think before my actions take place.
If only that was you across that bar.
I swear it was
but with a pitcher left
I didnít care to find out.
|Tags: drunk, poem