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My Old Bar Stool<br />
Here I sit and burn through time<br />
down<strong>in</strong>g bottles, wast<strong>in</strong>g lives<br />
see this place more than my home<br />
sit and rock here like a stone<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
Some nights slow and others glow<br />
filled with young, frail, and old<br />
they throw their bodies to and fro<br />
I sit on this wood emotions ice cold<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
I watched love come here to thrive<br />
sometimes to settle down and die<br />
to grow strong like an Ox<br />
or settle <strong>in</strong>to a crafted p<strong>in</strong>e box<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
I once had a wife to hold and love me dear<br />
but I spent too much time here<br />
lett<strong>in</strong>g the shots cloud my head<br />
different night a different bed<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
I had love both strong and true<br />
had a house with a beautiful view<br />
life was planned with a white picket fence<br />
but I ended up <strong>in</strong> under a dress<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
I own noth<strong>in</strong>g, just my bottle<br />
I don’t tame demons, just coddle<br />
sit and feed them from my throne<br />
sad, desperate, and alone<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
The tears I I’ve lost have burn me a hole<br />
addiction left me with a broken soul<br />
my kids hate the th<strong>in</strong>g I am<br />
A shameful, helpless, broken man<br />
From my old bar stool<br />
Come and sit with me and hear my tale<br />
the failed life, my greatest betrayal<br />
a cautionary fable of my wreck<br />
addiction wrapped tight around the neck<br />
don’t look me <strong>in</strong> the eyes for they lay empty<br />
this is how my choices left me<br />
I had my day when I was <strong>in</strong> my prime<br />
jet black hair and a strong jaw l<strong>in</strong>e<br />
women flocked and had my smile<br />
all so fake and hid the vile<br />
So hear this loud and hear this well<br />
this is my dread my make shift hell<br />
the sk<strong>in</strong> and flesh will make a you the fool<br />
and all you’ll have is an old bar stool<br />
Riley Edward Woodford<br />
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