Their lips and memories soaking in booze
And dead intimacy that they try to revive.
Alcohol burns the throat, but numbs a heart’s bruise.
He drinks to flood his sober blues.
She peers into her cup and takes the dive.
Their lips and memories soaking in booze
Bodies twist together, as they confuse
Passion with a polluted sex drive.
Alcohol burns the throat, but numbs a heart’s bruise.
Loneliness tagged on their souls like tattoos,
But in a whiskey glass true love cannot thrive.
Their lips and memories soaking in booze.
He counts the number of girls he screws.
She kisses in order to feel alive.
Alcohol burns the throat, but numbs a heart’s bruise.
No concern for dignity that they are eager to lose,
Artless sex as a means to survive.
Their lips and memories soaking in booze,
Alcohol burns the throat, but numbs a heart’s bruise.