Red Label
Numb like ice blocks
Rub the back of tongue
Hit the throat of the Titanic
And watch them all fall off
This freezing cold water
Makes me forget you as a whole
And this hypothermia ; feelin hot but I am so cold
Red Label on my lips
Johnny Walker speaking in my ear
Everything I thought was so right
Is distorted when you are not here
They have groups for your lovers
But I do not take part,
Because they learn not to love you
And I do not plan on making a start.
You want a poem about you,
Well this isn't it
This is about my love for the scotch on my lips
You want a poem about you,
Well this isn't it
This is about my love for the scotch on my lips
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