
I'm not sure whether or not this could be a song... If it is then it's my first. And I purposely left some words as they were while I was editing (like 'wanna'). About a woman still getting over a break up, only to go to a bar and see her ex already moved on and with another woman. T for drinking.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 386 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-05-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3098647
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My friends took me to a bar,
To have a few drinks.
But then you waltzed in
With some foxy little minx.
My friends paused, but I told em' I was fine
Tipped that bottled backwards, just to pass the time
And let me tell ya, son,
I got drunk! A few bottles too much,
Until looking at you didn't make me wanna cuss.
Alcohol's the devil when you use is it wrong,
And man she kept me drinkin all night long
She flashes white grins
I know that she lives for sin
I see you smilin'
And I know that she wins!
You pull her closer,
Let her lean against your chest
And it's still a sight
I'd hoped the alcohol would make me forget!
And let me tell ya, son,
I got drunk! A few bottles too much,
Until looking at you didn't make me wanna cuss.
Alcohol's the devil when you use is it wrong,
And man she kept me drinkin all night long.
A few martinis to much
But her hair still looks lush.
I'm wishin you
Would just tell her nevermind
Walk out that door
With her sittin stunned on her behind
I need a bit more time
To get over you
I never thought this nightmare would come true!
And let me tell ya, son,
I got drunk! A few bottles too much,
Until looking at you didn't make me wanna cuss.
Alcohol's the devil when you use is it wrong,
And man she kept me drinkin all night long.
I woke up this morning
With some pounding in my head
Recalled you walkin over,
Barely remembered what you said,
"Honey, whatcha doing here?
Whew! And look at all them beers!
Why don't you go home?
Why don't you get a little rest?
Because you sure ain't lookin your best."
I grit my teeth,
and I nearly hear them crack,
Take an aspirin
And draw a hot bath...
Because,
Last night
I got a bit too drunk. Had a few too many bottles,
Yet thinkin of you still makes me wanna cuss.
I proved alcohol's a devil when I used it wrong,
I should've put the bottle down,
Instead of sippin on and on and on...
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