Firewater

I know you wanted me
to give up this life to be
everything I was back when
you had the hands my heart was in  
I was never good at g o o d b y e

Can I swallow this bottle whole, 
so this brain in my head can forget your face?
Can I swallow this bottle whole, 
'cause I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes

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