when the shot glass on the shelf dont remind me of all the good times

and the bad ones too. When I forgive myself for all I did

and didn’t do hunny

thats when I’ll stop missing you

when the mountain sinks away in to the desert sand

when the ocean swallows up the city streets

when the morning sun forgets to rise

and the sky’s no longer blue…

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