Stop chasing after an empty bottle of Jack
The **** faced nights and strong taste on your tongue left far past a few shots
Your vision is blurred
Thoughts impaired
Your intoxicated and there's nothing left
You can't cloud your memories anymore
Come morning time all that's left is an empty bottle and no more Jack
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Stop chasing after an empty bottle of Jack
The **** faced nights and strong taste on your tongue left far past a few shots
Your vision is blurred
Thoughts impaired
Your intoxicated and there's nothing left
You can't cloud your memories anymore
Come morning time all that's left is an empty bottle and no more Jack
Trying to drown out loneliness and loss doesn't fix anything or bring back what has been taken, keep your head up, don't open up the flood gates to welcome the demons in.
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