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a good man doesnt drink
and ive been drinking alone
so what does that make me?
my hands they always shake
and no one's calling my phone
so what does that make me?
and i know the kid with his guitar
so drunk and anxious has been done to death
so tell me what hasnt
i'll try it.
because im selfish enough to wanna get better
but im backwards enough not to take any steps to get there
and when you realize its a pattern
and not a phase
its what youve become and its what you will stay
thats a ballgame
cause i dont got room in my life for anyone else
and ive driven away all the people tht could help
and i still dont know what i need to do to fix myself
theres a clamp around my chest
that tightens every time i lapse into
another sorry story
about my miserable collapse
a bronze box i keep encased in glass
and dust off whenever i want pity
because ive had to come to grips with scope and figure
how my problems stack up in a world this close to ruin
(or maybe its rapture)
well, either way, i realize that my shits about as small as it could be
but that makes me feel worse for even feeling bad in the first place
cause theres a war starting soon, and all the flags'll be waving
and danicels 20-year-old friend will be ready, and willing, and waiting
hes a marine and he told me
and that makes me sad
really, really fucking sad
but at least hell act
ill just bite my tongue and then tell daniel to wish him luck
and pray that he comes back
for his mothers sake, and then ill drink those thoughts away
ive gotten good at that
and when you realize its a pattern
and not a phase
its what youve become and its what you will stay
thats ballgame
ember this in the morning