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I don’t drink to excess

But the way this whiskey

Fills the cracks in my soul make it hard.

The sweet intoxication erases

All my mistakes…for an hour or two.

Then I’m stuck with what’s

In the mirror the next mornin’.

I might hate myself tomorrow

But tonight I’ll feel just fine.

So pour me another and let it

Drown the memories I can’t.