If I could, I’d carve at my chest
Dig deep and retract my heart...

Back to ruin me
You lit the match, watched me burn...

Trying to move on…
What comes after you...

You might not be mine
At least not anymore but...

I hope you think of me every time a candles lit
I hope you think of me every time your tire...

I don’t have a drinking problem.
I have a thinking problem...

I used to think I wasn’t worth saving,
A shipwreck soul in a storm of shame...

you ask why I won’t see you.
why I won’t meet up...

I am not waiting
But I have not moved, I have...

The problem is what it’s always been
What face are you wearing today...

Little bit of blue
Smudge of red & tint of gold...

Wasn’t bluffing when I said
“It’s me or the whiskey...