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Aug 2011
I'm tired and ready.
It's that time in my life
To move on and move forward,
To forget my strife.

Pack up my stuff.
Get ready to go,
the only place that makes sense;
Mexico.

So fun, so sunny,
laid-back and carefree.
tequila shots and beer
lined in front of me.

exactly what I need
yet I still find it tough.
so much alochol
yet somehow sober enough.

Sober enough to remember
you're still in my mind
Pain, heartbreak and self-pity
I wish I  left behind.

I grab a drink and guzzle some more
the last thing to do
is stay sober enough
to be reminded of you.

It pains me to think
I miss you calling me pretty
despite what happened
it still seems a pity

A vacation no more and instead a waste
For I am in my perfect place
And I will never
get to see your face.

It all makes sense now
I'm sober and aware
shots or not,
I still figure it unfair

Mexico was my solid solution
but you had to mess up my perfect plan
im sober, staring at the sunset alone
and  have written your name in the sand.
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