Nicorette on my fingers and liquor on breath, this is the end of me because of I've loved you to death.
I gave you my heart, my soul, and this is the nothing I have left since you ran away with my heart and stole my breath.
I grip the neck of this bottle tighter as the memories come rushing back and my body becomes lighter.
The smell of tobacco fills my lungs and I see flashes of you as the smoke dances across the room.
Your scent lies on me layer by layer until it suffocates me, you torture me easily and I beg for mercy for you to release me but you tell me to breathe easy, but it gets harder the further you run.
So I just fill my glass of memories gone bad and try to swallow.
And the words I couldn't say are stuck in my head like a song gone wrong that reminds me of you.
