Shot Glass And Lasting Memories Poem by Jeremy Willson

Remnants of our love move about my stupid mind
So I grab my shot glass and pour whatever it is I find inside
And even now my heart only resonates the sound of beating
When I see the rest of my life is merely fleeting
I wonder why it is these things fall apart so easily
Like the warm winter cookies that you used to bake me
Filling my stomach with vendictivnous instead of caring
I'm reminded of everytime I saw your nostrils flaring
I now understand why it is we were never meant to be
Couldn't get it before but the shots are helping me to see
These lasting memories are full of sh*t that I don't want
All the times we argued, all the times we fought
Moments spent wishing we had never met, never f*cked
Our relationship wasn't as great as I had always thought
I'm washing the taste of regret down with more alcohol
To forget your last voicemail, your last call
Thank God for good times and strong booze
That show me love isn't just some giant, messed up, ruse
There's memories to be made, and there's still time for fun
No more drinks for this loser, this time I will have won
The game called life, no the game called love
Let's smoothen out the edges so it's not as rough
It's the bad times that strike a match within my heart
They aren't flames of sweetness they are disgustingly tart
But there can't be love if I foresee the end before it's begun
Cover my heart with flames like that of the sun
If it means that I can figure out where it is love comes from