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Red Wine and Proper Goodbyes

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By BrixPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I don't believe I ever got my proper goodbye, too many late nights drunk on that red wine, so goodbye for the last time.

When Nothing Works Anymore thats when we turn on the drugs,

wanna remember what its like to love you

wanna know the. pain you go through

without actually having to live it through

we don't feel like they do

Activate it with a cigarette and a bong rip, theres gotta be someway to forget all about it.

One habit I can't be bad at.

I keep forgetting most people aren't like me.

I like to stay up and smoke my weed til' the drugs are gone and we're done.

How many darts does it take to forget that you broke my heart?

I'd like to know so one day I can stop trying to stop my heart.

Its clear I can't take it anymore,

Take your shot!

Everything was different when we had our first score; first one poured.

Fooled me into thinking we could be like before

Fool, you take your first shot then you decided you don't want me anymore.

heartbreak

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Brix

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