I need a beer
I need the whirlpool in the bottle
To help me disappear
I need to know
That someday
From tear-stained pictures
From the chasm in my heart
And wishful thinking
Like a rabbit in a hat
You'll reappear
That someday
From across the ocean
And the lives between us
You'll come back here
And I'll hear that voice again
Feel those soft lips
Those perfect hands, near
Then I'll have reprieve
For the wasted years
For the drunk drives
And bitter, bitter tears
But this I know
That it's only a pipe dream my dear
You're never coming home
I'll go back to my beer
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