I took a shot of morphine just to smell the fear in my heart
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and I felt the rush of hesitence, scared to commit from the start
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So I kissed a man in reno just to watch him puke
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Now I got more issues than just trying to forget about you
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I spent half of that whole day sober
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And the other half dazed and confused
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And what little bit left just trying to forget about you
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I saw you at the galley, he was working his way up your skirt
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He was buying all the rounds, baby, but you're gonna pay for dessert
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So I pissed in his gas tank while you were at his place
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Then I siphoned it back out and went upstairs to spit it back in his face
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I spent the half of that first week healthy
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And the other rid with the flu
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And what little bit left just trying to forget about you
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Six drinks, two deep at a party for a friend of a friend
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My mouth was moving like a muscle but my heart dead set on sin
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So I stumbled to the bathroom with who anyone who'd come
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The only girl that did was married to the sherriff's son
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Now I'm handcuffed to the toilet half naked with my mouth on his gun
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I spent the half of that year in prison
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The other half black and blue
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And what little bit left trying to forget about you
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We spent half of my life together
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Spent the other half coming unglued
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And what little time I got left trying to forget about you
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Butch Walker |