A Maze Through the Haze

You might’ve been the best thing to ever happen to me, but you leaving was the worst.

I look for love in bottles, but nothing seems to work.

Down a 1/5 of vodka, and roll one on the way.

No matter what I do, you burn right through the haze.

Do another line, but in my head you stay.

You’re stuck inside my memory while I’m trapped inside this maze.

 

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