Cold Turkey

I wish I were the drinking type
so I could drink you off my mind
But I'm just not crazy about the stuff
I'm just not the drinking kind

Where can I find my solace?
Is it really at the bottom of a beer?
Would a couple of shots of tequila
really make me forget that you're not here?

Everytime something makes me remember
the way you broke my heart
though I've never been much of a drinker
I'm mighty tempted to start

The problem is, eventually, I'd just sober up
and have to go back to the liquor store
so I'm trying to forget you, cold turkey,
without the kind that pours

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