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I am a little tired
Of lying under other people
Listening to their voices
Following other people's commands
Therefore
My friend
Just pour some whiskey
No ice needed
No extra words
Please, just pour it
And shut up
Better feel sorry for that girl
Who threw up on your counter
Because
She wanted to seem like
One of the guys to you
Look at this glass on the counter
This isn't just glass
This is my first bullet for today
My first shot
Point-blank execution of this damn week
Bartender, pull the trigger
Load this shot to the brim
Let this bullet burn out everything
That piled up over five days
My Groundhog Day stalled at the door
It stayed out there, outside
Beyond the factory gate
And until Monday comes
Nobody knows what you and I
Are doing—magic
Buddy, pour another one in the glass
Tell me what kind of shit you've got
Going on in your life
And I
Will ask for more
Not for stories, sorry
Pour a couple more shots
Brother
My wallet will survive
Every shot
But my heart won't
Though that's another story
Bartender, pull the trigger
Load this shot to the brim
Let this bullet burn out everything
That piled up over five days
My Groundhog Day stalled at the door
It stayed out there, outside
Beyond the factory gate
And until Monday comes
Nobody knows what you and I
Are doing—magic
Remember last week
You poured for me without holding back
How I got home
I don't remember
But along the way I picked up
The most beautiful kitten
Tabby colored
He's been with me for a week now
So
Pour faster
I'm expected at home
Bartender, pull the trigger
Load this shot to the brim
Let this bullet burn out everything
That piled up over five days
My Groundhog Day stalled at the door
It stayed out there, outside
Beyond the factory gate
And until Monday comes
Nobody knows what you and I
Are doing—magic
You know, bartender
If your dive bar
Doesn't start serving milk
You're going to lose a customer
Most likely
You and I won't see each other again
Because
I've got happiness waiting for me at home
Tabby colored
Bartender, pull the trigger
Load this shot to the brim
Let this bullet burn out everything
That piled up over five days
My Groundhog Day stalled at the door
It stayed out there, outside
Beyond the factory gate
And until Monday comes
Nobody knows what you and I
Are doing—magic
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