Drunken Tuscaloosa

Nothing but dreams at the bottom of my glass,
I drink em’ down, smooth and easy
Pour me up a double barkeep
I swallow like I’m stoking a fire in my belly
Maybe I am, each drop an ember of aspiration,
After this one I’ll smell something burning
A few more and I feel it
By the end of the night flames will be kissing my tongue, laying claim to taste buds
If I keep finding the bottom of this glass maybe I’ll find myself

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