A bottle of Jack on the shelf, Dr. Pepper in my hand.
And ice in my freezer.
I'll be smoking a cigarette taking shots and chasing it.
Enjoying my liquor, my nicotine, and life.
I'll be sitting alone wondering why I'm not a wife.
I'm sorry for my brashness, my addiction, and my trashiness.
But I enjoy my liquor. Yes, even at my young age.
It's such a sweet deliverance from this craziness of life.
I hate that I enjoy it. I hate it. I hate me.
But it's all I can do.
To make myself feel free.
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