Where Do You Go to, My Lovely?

…and go and forget me forever, / but I know that you still bear the scars, deep inside.

I know where you go to, my lovely, / when  you’re alone in your bed.

Yes, and I know the thoughts that surround you, / because I can look inside  your head.

About Bourbon Apocalypse: A Whiskey Son of Sorrow

"If you can't annoy somebody, there's little point in writing." ~ Kingsley Amis
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