How many drinks did it take
To forget the scripture she wrote so Carefully
On the nightstand of her deathbed
Three times over
In her neat round script
Once for each of us
And, You took the paper.
"I will lay me down in peace, and sleep; for the Lord makest me dwell only in safety."
"I will lay me down in peace, and sleep; for the Lord makest me dwell only in safety."
"I will lay me down in peace, and sleep; for the Lord makest me dwell only in safety."
Like a mantra, like a spell.
How much peace have you given her
In all these years of agony
You've contorted for yourself
How many drinks did it take
To forget how long he held her
Or all the years that came before
"I swear I'll hate her if she leaves him."
How many drinks does it take
To become the innocent victim
And who does that sound like, dear?
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