Doug Hopkins

If a drink could help him drain out the pain, he'd take it, he'd take that drink.
He'd take that drink and swallow the pain.
He'd take it, drown out his inner-demons and waltz away.
In the corner of the room, he'd write songs.
He knew the secrets to song composition,
Doug Hopkins- he'd think of a phrase and could create a song out of it, melody and all.

He knew the guitar, the bass, the drums, and everything that went along with every song.
So Doug Hopkins, who was the girl that broke your heart?

Doug Hopkins, you were just a sad lost guy from Arizona.
A drink could take the pain away, and you'd end up lost again in the corner of the room, puking your guts out.
With all the trashy ladies, you had your way with 'em and that didn't make you happy.
Doug Hopkins, take a bittersweet pill and forget about her.

Yes, she's moved on; but don't be so fast to pull the trigger.
Damn it, Doug! Your songs just earned a gold record and you smashed it.
So lost and so sad, so somber were your words.
It really must have gotten to you that your old band, the band you started kicked you out.
It must suck that they ripped you off, but such a bright outlook was just around the corner.
But it was all too late.

Alcohol, and you saw this world as new again.
Alcohol, and you were drunk in the gardens and the graves.
Alcohol, and you saw a girl look new again.
Alcohol, and you saw yourself in a different light.
But the light shined too bright, you're gone- but your songs live on.

I hope you're happy now,
Somewhere, someplace,
You were really a tortured soul,
So you left here without a damn trace,
Doug Hopkins: Close but no cigar.
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"he last horizons I can see are filled with bars and factories
and in them all we fight to stay awake...
Drink enough of anything to make this world look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
She had nothing left to say so she said she loved me
I stood there grateful for the lie...
Drink enough of anything to make this girl look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves
Turn summer trees to bones and ice
Turn insect songs against the night
With words we build and words we break
I'm drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves...
Drink enough of anything to make myself look new again
Drunk drunk drunk in the gardens and the graves"
~ Lost Horizons by Gin Blossoms