Sloe Gin from O Memorie by O Memorie

I’m drinking sloe gin and it’s far from December
I’m drinking sloe gin only to remember
I’m drinking sloe gin only to forget
I’m drinking slowly as there’s just a finger left

I’m drinking all that I can find inside my house
But I’m feeling sentimental for the famous grouse
She taught me all about how ugly I could be
And that goodbye was something else entirely

I’m drinking milk because I’m told it heals your bones
I’m drinking honey for the goodness in the combs
But all this milk is old and bad beyond compare
And all this honey leaves me struggling for air

No, no, no, no, I’m drinking sloe gin
No, no, no, no, I’m thinking so thin
No, no, no, no, I’m drinking sloe gin
No, no, no, no, I must be goin’

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