Looking back I found there wasn't much I could do to get through to you.
It could have been your constant bickering or need to be better than me.... I'm not quite sure.
You picked me up so easily in your Arms I slid down your waist to kiss your lips as you smirked... I hated that smirk.
We got drunk off cheap whiskey and red lipstick.
Looking back things were so silly but we were too drunk to notice that you were too rude and I had to much pride.
It could have been your lack of lust or my lack of trust I can't remember these days.
You led me on so easily it was like a list child looking for their mom I went willingly.
We got faded off cheap bud and sour smiles.
I guess looking back I didn't notice your emptiness that couldn't be filled with ***.