if you weren't so beautiful i'd
drink myself to death. it's as
close to perfect as i can get to
for you.

nothing is ever good enough these days.

oh the sacrifices we make.
jack daniels knows what i'm talking about.
he's been there a time or two before.

you could never imagine how much it hurts
when you look at me like that and then
look away.

it's the away part that gets ya jack says,
every time. every time. it's the away part

and i dream of going away from the smell
of impending liver-rot and the desire for
a taste of something a little less bitter.

i'm running out of shoes to fill. i'm running
out of things real enough to fill them with.
this isn't getting any prettier.

if only you weren't so beautiful i'd
have already taken my last shot
snapped the cord that holds this all
together. found solace in sleep

you would never be able to wake me from.

if only
but no sir, this isn't getting any prettier
you are just so beautiful that i'd sell my soul
and then sell my soul again just to be
closer to you. to be a little closer to perfect
for you.

jack daniels fills me up then shakes his head,
knowingly.

sometimes,
even he doesn't know what to do with me.

08/18/2003

Posted on 08/18/2003
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