Broken Whiskey Glass
Felt pretty lousy last night, laid low no doubt by Pigeon Flu. I dusted off an old bottle of Jim Beam that I'd been saving for medicinal purposes. As I stared into my glass I thought of Jason - strangled by a love that wouldn't breathe. [Broken Whiskey Glass mp3]
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Shouldn't that be breathe not breath?
May that be my last breath
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