M.P. Shaudd Poet Lyric

Shes the Reason the Barstools Still Around

Here I sit with, my mind, closing in...
On a memr’y, I’ve tried, to escape...
I drink everyday, try’n to turn the page
But it keeps on, getting replayed

She’s the reason the barstool’s still around
It’s like she put, my heart, into a lost and found 
No one is looking, for a heart that’s torn out
She’s the reason the barstool’s still around 

I know, I’m not, the first man...
To wonder, where love goes, when it dies...
When goodbye’s the last word, that you hear...
It’s too late, so why even try....

She’s the reason the barstool’s still around
It’s like she put, my heart, into a lost and found 
No one is looking, for a heart that’s torn out
She’s the reason the barstool’s still around

I’ve drank my sorrows worth of whiskey
And the beer makes, this hollow chest feel fine...
I just wish she had thought things over
As I sit here fearing closing time

I drove me to drink
But I can’t make it home
I dial up her number
Then hang up the phone

If you wonder why most men
Precede women into the ground
Well she’s the reason the barstool’s still around

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