With a drink in hand
and a gun in the other
I blink twice -- once for tomorrow
and another for yesterday
"It's a choice", I hear you say,
"Take a swig and lets pretend, pull it back and you'll forget"
"Oh what I thought," I whisper with a glint in my eye
"Don't you remember?" You say
Your eyes pleading
And mine begging to forget
"My Choice," I whisper
"Pull it back and I'll forget, take a swig and I'll remember." You say
"It's calling me. I hear it whispering in my ear."
I feel the trigger in my finger, the cool steel pressed against my head
"It's calling me." I whisper
"I'll let you fade," You say
"Take a swig and I'll keep you alive, pull it and there's no going back."
"You can't save me." I whisper
I close my eyes and speak one final word before the boom fills my head . . . Goodbye
It's been a year and you don't remember. . .
I guess I should have taken that swig.
