Hard liquor on my lips
Still doesn't burn as much as you
You may have left
But your taste lingers on
I drink to forget you
Yet every time i’m back in the same place
With your face plastered on my mind
Contradicting comments
And broken promises
Are all that is left until
Sapphire pools draw me back home
Back to the comfort of two arms
Open wide anticipating my return
But not tonight
Tonight I sit alone
Letting the cold poison trickle down my throat
Wondering what in the world went wrong.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Hard liquor on my lips
Still doesn't burn as much as you
You may have left
But your taste lingers on
I drink to forget you
Yet every time i’m back in the same place
With your face plastered on my mind
Contradicting comments
And broken promises
Are all that is left until
Sapphire pools draw me back home
Back to the comfort of two arms
Open wide anticipating my return
But not tonight
Tonight I sit alone
Letting the cold poison trickle down my throat
Wondering what in the world went wrong.
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