The smell of liquor in your breath brings me dread Mixed with a low passion deep in my belly I know that you’ll lick me extra nice But also lie to me, be inconsistent, and in no way like the person I created in my head for you
Before you reconsider: Remember how it feels when he comes home when the sun is up How it feels when hours go by and he says nothing to you When he tells you he’ll try so hard to be better and then takes you to buy cigarettes How the smell of liquor on his breath brings you dread