I've kissed more bottles than I've kissed you, but I  never drink enough to forget how sweet your lips once were tracing every line, and every flaw on my body,
whispering how perfect I was for you.
I can't smoke enough to numb my body from the ache of longing for your arms around me when I needed them most. Or to ease the thought of how perfectly my hand would fit in yours.

But point is no matter how drunk or high I am, you can never numb a broken heart. Silly me I was warned you were a player. A stone cold killer, you killed me.