Wish I washed my breath with ***
That last time I told you twas over for sure
So maybe you would blame it on the bottle
and not on the stony nature of a non-existent heart

Wish I swam in the ocean of whiskey
When I told you I loved you
so maybe you would blame it on the demon
that pushed me in the bottle
and not on the fact that I was incapable of love

But maybe, don't blame me at all
cos i'm certain you wouldn't walk a straight line
if not, how could you have ever trusted
a little child, with a bow and an arrow

Of cos you'd get hurt