Bottles

By , Cape Coral, FL
The bottles of Jager on the floor
The girls that were surrounding him
The way he stumbled to the door
You'd think I would've left

But I stood there just watching then
While he told me they were just friends
As If I didn't see him kiss her then
The grass was wet my tears were heavy
I sat there so long just venting
God help me to be strong
God help me to move on

The bottles of Jager on the floor
The girls that were surrounding him
The way he stumbled to the door
You'd think I would've left

But closer to the door I walked
There I stood eyes glued to the ground
Watching more and more clothes fall down
I made enough excuses then to erase everything he did and then

The bottles of Jager on the floor
The way he stumbled to the door
You'd think I would've left

He stumbled back and told me baby I'm so drunk
I love you - that's just what he said
I told him he was wrong
That's when he got violent
He said I should just leave
I walked to the end of the road alone
And why I stayed I just don't know

The bottles of Jager on the floor
The girls that were surrounding him
The way he stumbled to the door
That's when I should've left





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