And the light flickers keeping track of time
While I am sitting on my unmade bed.
It's a struggle to keep in mind
That to you all this love is dead.

I hear the whispers coming from the walls
Sending my heart into the gaping abyss.
And maybe I should've prevented the fall
But it's hard to resist your crooked kiss.

And maybe I'm in denial
maybe that's okay
At least once in awhile
you tend to come my way

These nights spent aren't wasted
like your breath when you leave.
False hope was what I tasted
but still you "love me".

This bourbon fits nicely in the palm of my hand
I found a way to make it work
You wouldn't understand.
Stumbling down the hall I'm told
"your a mess"
but what they don't know is
I revealed on the outside all the brokenness.