Maybe
You were a mistake
Made of cigarette smoke and smiles.
But then I knew I was lost
When I first saw you
Shrouded in shadows and neon lights.
You tasted like my cigarettes.

Maybe.
You were a mistake.
Made of sharp alcohol and warmth.
And I knew I was lost
When you touched me
And you put your lips to mine.
You tasted like whiskey.

Maybe
You were a mistake.
But a mistake I'd make over
And over again.
So your lips won't leave mine
And your arms won't leave me cold.
You tasted
Like you were mine.