Untitled Slurs (Empty Bottles)
V1- I’m slamming on these piano keys, sobs coming so fast I can’t breathe, pray tell why you had to leave, why couldn’t you just stay for me? Don’t say this is how it has to be, I don’t believe in destiny, all we’ve got is this harmony, please pretty baby sing it with me, don’t leave me here with this broken melody.
C- The sun goes to sleep, the moon begins to creep, and the stars appear. The guitar sings its tune as I stare at the moon, and the cold nips my ears. Burbon breathe, whiskey lungs. Drunken memories and gulps of rum. Spilling words and spinning rooms. I’m stumbling, trying to forget you.
V2- I’m wearing your old sweater, hoping these stitches keep me together, I’ve got my raincoat on I’ll brave this weather, I’m strong I can fight through whatever, but I’ve been around trying to feel better. But nothing gets me higher than your kiss, and nothing will ever get me lower than this.
C- The sun goes to sleep, the moon begins to creep, and the stars appear. The guitar sings its tune as I stare at the moon, and the cold nips my ears. Burbon breathe, whiskey lungs. Drunken memories and gulps of rum. Spilling words and spinning rooms. I’m stumbling, trying to forget you.
B- And I swallow my words with another drink, I’m in a lot more pain than you think, and it was so easy for you to walk away, there were no reasons for you to stay. I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough, I’m sorry I let myself fall in love, because we started this thing and I went full throtle, but now I’m left with nothing but this empty bottle.
C- The sun goes to sleep, the moon begins to creep, and the stars appear. The guitar sings its tune as I stare at the moon, and the cold nips my ears. Burbon breathe, whiskey lungs. Drunken memories and gulps of rum. Spilling words and spinning rooms. I’m stumbling, trying to forget you
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