She was tired of the fights
The arguments and embarrassing moments in front of company
Perfect gentlemen without it
Funny, charismatic and outgoing any other day
But they still felt they needed their
Liquid Courage
In 8, 12 and 24 oz cans
40 oz bottles and a variety of longnecks
Livin' in a perverted version of the Wizard of Oz
Where the three men closest to her all wanted courage
And Dorothy? She wished for a good home
With no man behind the curtain
They all turned to alcohol
Even the lightweight Scarecrow had Mike's Hard Lemonade
And it left the sweet, hometown girl jaded
Through with the fake facades and insecurities
Thinly veiled under beer breath and shot glasses
Fighting Bud and bud for a normal night out
Her courage was solid
Though her patience waned
She couldn't understand how people needed a drink to be real
Forced with a difficult decision, she cut 'em off
Like the jagged side of ripped out spiral paper
Because liquids don't ever last long
Evaporation . . . .Condensation
They eventually dissipates
As does their chemistry
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