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I wrestle with myself 

I tussle until I turn blue,

Can't handle emotion

Or my selfish sober attitude,

Wont say it without a drink

No confidence to spare me

So I drown myself in alcohol

Until the burn overtakes the memories 

Of me making memories with you,

Even if I say it I've lost all credibility

With the taste of fermentation on 

Every single solitary word,

Say what you mean

Or don't say anything,

I've chose the latter

Batter up, to the plate

Clear it off if that's something

You pride yourself on doing,

They give me chicken shit

And call it chicken salad,

Guess I'll choke it down