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Jinx flipped a guitar pick out. And Miami laughed again. “Well, hello, Black Rock.”
The crowd screamed.
I gave them a salute before heading back to the kit. I wasn’t going to take up too much time, and I felt cooler now.
“As a big hello to all you Rocktoberfest lovers, let’s go ahead and pull out one of the big guns. This one is calledWhiskey Gone.”
Dropped the bottle
In the trash
Another bottle of whiskey gone
There's an itch
Like a rash
Never be the same
Now you're gone
I kept the beat up, but the words to the song hit me harder than ever. But theyouthat was gone in the song was not a person for me. It was an intangible thing.
Drinking again
Thinking again
Wondering where you are
Who you doing?
Where's the ruing?
Seize my day
Not begging you to stay
Need another drink
Where's the bar
Whiskey's in the trash
Another bottle gone
I can't stop the scratch
Whisky gone
If I could name that thing, maybe I could figure it out. I wasn’t askingwhere’s the bar, but where the fuck was my joint? It was drugs. But it was more than that. The drugs were more. They kept me cool, calm. They made me feel like I was the rockstar I wanted to be. It represented something that I wasn’t sure I was ready to let go of. Or I was making this shit up in my head. It was an excuse.
You're never the same
Drinking till I don't…
Know my own name
Feels like you're gone
