I laugh off a bad joke,
and wash it down whiskey.
I don't trust a word I say,
and I know you don't believe me.
I'm in love for the fourth time tonight;
I wonder will it last?
I've had love that'd last forever,
all those loves are in the past.
Another bad joke,
washed down as before.
It seems every time I am burned,
I feel less like a whore.
Third drink now at the bar;
I'm standing there alone.
I didn't like you anyway;
your history is known.
All the time I had to waste,
for nothing to be gained.
Drinking whiskey from the bar,
but I still have that aftertaste.
I'm in love for the fifth time tonight;
I wonder will it last?
I've never been in love before,
but that time is in the past.
What do you think of the flow?
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you have a good way with words
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I can relate
I have been to a place in my life, like this describes. It was not one of the times I choose to remember. I hope you have found new direction, as the one you are seeming to be on...is in the wrong direction. Good luck, I hope your next penny is a shinny one! The Shaker ( thanks for stopping byu my work also!)
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