Images of black hair fills my mind as I poor a glass

You spoke in monotone as you said "sorry" as if your neck was numb.

So tonight I'm numbing the need for you with a shot

My hoddie smells of you so I'll take another

This taste like nail polish. Guess I'll take some more

Nothing is happening. Your lips are still a stain upon mine. Guess Ill take two

Remember the times I made you *** with your pants still on? I can't forget. You said you loved me afterwards

I feel alone, I thought you were here, so maybe I'll take 2 or 3

Why did you leave me? I never held back I gave you everything, every bit of me

Don't you try to take me back. As I remember you throw out broken things.