Dead in the Whiskey

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Dead in the WhiskeyWell, this half-empty whiskey glassIs like a mirror to my pastI see a woman in my memoryAnd wonder what she saw in meCos it’s come down to a paper and a penAnd a dotted line dividing now from thenBut maybe teardrops on that lineIs a sign that I don’t wanna signAnd bourbon I drink all the timeMeans I think some mistakes were mineBy now I should’ve just forgot herBut my eyes’re getting’ mistyCos our love seems dead in the waterAnd my life seems dead in the whiskeyIt’s written in ink but not in stoneOne eye’s on my ring and one on the phoneMy name on that paper’s a permanent markI could tear it up ‘fore it tears me apartAs falling regrets smear that fresh inkI reach for the receiver and it ringsShe says “maybe teardrops on that lineIs a sign that I don’t wanna signAnd bourbon I drink all the timeMeans I think some mistakes were mineBy now I should’ve just forgot youBut my eyes’re getting’ mistyCos our love seems dead in the waterAnd my life seems dead in the whiskey©2007 Robert George