getting through it

I'm calling off your dog's
And you're still make copies
Of pictures of your bird
Who's been dead for weeks
I just didn't have the heart to tell you.

Then you got the call
Your mother said she wasn't doing to well
And that everything was going to be fine

And you looked at me that way
That sent shivers down my spine
And everything I thought I had to say
Ate at me
And I came back to life

The dial tone is cold on this old phone
The furnace fixed itself while we were sleeping
An empty shot glass doesn't need to say much
And ninety percent of success is showing up
And I'm lighting another cigarette
So you polish your smile for the sake of strangers
Clear your throat
And magically
Get though it

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[e. f. watson]

this seems so tangled at first.. the last part really brings it all together. Love to see yr idioms being put to use "ninety percent of success is showing up "