I'm sitting next to a glass of brandy wondering if I should drink it.
I can analyze the smell and the taste from where I am,
Like I could analyze your woes from miles away...
I can lift it to my lips and slide it down my throat
Like I could taste you on my skin from wherever you were...
The buzz in my chest, in my throat, in my mind
Could take over from time to time and I
I will drink it, down it, forget you...
But it's not who I am. I am weak,
Confined to the contents of this now empty glass...
Fighting the urge to call you.
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