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Thursday, December 30, 2010

Grave Colored Glass

He nurses a bottle
as his wife cries a flood.
She's trying to hold on
to the man she once loved.
But he can't see her tears
through the grave colored glass-
he's too busy thinking of things
that happened in the past.

But you can't drown the sorrows
of a life that's gone wrong,
cause when you sober up again
the pain is ten times as strong.
So when you say that this drink
is going to be your last
just think of all that pain that's caused
by that grave colored glass.

He just can't understand
that drinking won't get him far,
so with beer in hand and cigarette lit
he gets into his car.
He speeds along the slippery roads
when he loses control of the wheel-
and the pain that once was in his mind
becomes terrifyingly real.

And as the life drains from his body
his future becomes his past...
he could have lived to see his daughter grow up
if it weren't for that grave colored glass.

So when you say that this drink
is going to be your last
just think of all the pain that's caused
by that grave colored glass.

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