Empty

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Thought of you, thought of him,
Now the bottle's my best friend...
Empty the bottle, empty myself,
Empty my heart that's been kept on the shelf.

For too long now,
I've kept it all down deep inside,
But I've got nowhere to run,
And no place left to hide.

So I feed the passion,
the lust, and desire.
I'm empty....
Except for this unquenchable fire.

A forbidden fruit,
A little taste of sin,
'till my heart is empty,
and up on the shelf again.

Written January 17, 2009
in the wee hours of the morning with a couple of good friends