Theres a town
i dont go to no more
and i dont really even knowwhy,
But it makes me
want to avoid the thought of you.
So now thinking is
a luxury i cant afford to pay
attention to.
Not that i can afford all
the drinking it takes
to drown your ghost anyway,
but atleast this whiskey
blurs the Eastside,
making it seem too
far to chase.
"ill drop outta this race someday!",
i say each night to the naked ice,
just before i pour more,
and pour yet another
last drop of Eastside
Onto these naked pages.
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