Shot Glass

i know it will take some time
to get you off my mind
i sure hope things get better when i am gone
dont shed a tear
i'll just grab another beer
and so long
you know about a month ago we could have made things right
but for now, i am dead
i will sit here on this bed
and drink heavely into the night
in the morning you will find
that i am not breathing
and my blood has run cold
all that you will find
is what i left behind
that one old shot glass
tinted and plated gold.

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