Still fresh in my mind,
all those times
just you and me friend, chasing the pain.
And only for its body we would use a case of wine.
But it and I have gotten old,
and I think it's time for a change.
Or how bout when we would get together
and pound countless beers,
laughing as we got sloppy drunk.
We really had some great times....
at least the ones I remember over the years.
You have been my co-pilot on too many a night.
And right by my side in the morning;.
you are my hangover,
yet you guide me back to life.
Sadly, these times will never again be.
My body can't do it,
but I will cling to the memories.
I have to make myself want to.
Never again want you.
To kill my pain,
To keep me less insane.
To get over that girl,
To numb all the troubles I have in this world.
So now I put the Jack back.
I am jumping off that track.
And warmth will never come slo again.
Nor at the bottom of a 1/5 of Gin.
No more Comfort Southern style.
Or empty 12 pack boxes in a pile.
And to yOu;
my one and only Miller-Lite;
I fight to say this but... not tonight.
I thought we'd last forever.
I thought you made me better.
Looking back I wasn't often sober.
I kind of got another date,
in a different state.
I think maybe I could be of some help.
Where I am going is an un-familiar but friendly place.
and I really don't know anybody.
But they say good things happen in the town of Sobriety.
We had a ball,
and we rocked harder than them all.
But now it's time to say Goodbye.
This is my Last Call.
I am taking back my life.
......................................farewell my Miller Lite
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(now 7 days