The "We're Through" Poem

You’ve got me feeling like a whiskey glass.
You turn me up and then you ask,
“Hey Honey, Can I have another round?”
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well I’m as drunk as I can be.
So go ahead and have a bottle of me,
Cause the feelings just too good when I’m going down.

You’ve got me feeling like an old beat up truck.
You turn my key but when I start up,
Then you don’t have the time to drive me around.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Well I’m as blind as I can be.
So go ahead and take advantage of me,
Cause I just don’t have the words to put you down.

So I put it in a poem for you.
It’s the only way to tell you that we’re through. (Uh, huh)
If I hang around I know that I’m bound to lose,
Cause I just can’t take the pain that you’re putting me through.
No I just can’t take the pain that you’re putting me through.