I'm Going Down With the Ship
By: Chance Hensley

You look like the right kind of wrong.
Come, come along.
Let's see if we can write a new break up song.
After a while I'll shut down emotionally,
Or you'll eventually get bored and leave.
We'll keep it civil, civil war raging in me.
The battle will spill over, whiskey on the counter,
I'll mask the gunshots with half honest laughter.
Shots, like soldiers, dropping one after another.
Until I'm decimated and I can see
Going down with the ship is all that's left for me.
So, serve em' up, I'll drown myself with your memory.

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