(Jack Daniels Is My Friend)
I don't have many friends
I have fake people who adore me
Only friend I have is Jack Daniels
Were often alone in my bedroom
His glassy lips pressed against mine
As I drink his insides
Making me feel alright
All night
Jack Daniels often makes me mad
And often sad so I throw him against the wall
Falling onto my knees
As I plead to Jack Daniels
Wanting more of him pressed against my lips
He slips from between my fingers yet again every night
To drink the pain away
I love you Jack Daniels
I hope you never go away
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