As I see him pour one more,
I feel his inhibitions hit the floor.
Try as I may to stop the pain,
Love of drinking will mess with the brain.
I know he's lonely and so is she,
But a bullet to the brain won't set him free.
Words will only go so far,
But feeling will lead him to a bar.
He calls to talk,
He's off the clock.
Between the drinks and the loneliness,
He will hit the ground cold and broken.
One too many,
Will cost him plenty.
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