And I've lost focus of everything... That matters anyways Because the image of your lips Softly trailing from my neck To hers. Is too engraved in my mind. And I wish your lips We're still engraved on my skin, But the light brush work has Worn off. And now all I have is his lips, That always feel like rocks Probably from all that whiskey. We've both had too much. I just can't stop drinking of you.