It's Christmas Eve, and instead
of sleeplessness because of presents -
I get to wrestle with the demons you left me.
Wandering around the busy malls and stores,
I swear I see you around every shelf and corner,
I try to laugh and make your face disappear,
yet I can hear your laugh over mine still.
Whiskey and cigarettes,
here's to drowning and burning the memories away,
Christmas and New Year's will eventually pass,
maybe the memories of you will just be a
bad taste in my mouth.
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