You already have your stuff packed by the door
It hurts seeing you leave
Just a punch to the core
A last good bye
Spread your wings babe and fly
I hope you get shot out of the sky
Yea don't be heart broken
Hard when it's the 5th cigarette smoken
And the the third bottle of whiskey
Amber faced it says "I knew you miss me"
Don't look in my eyes
"You miss her don't you?"
F*** you
Whatever another drink
Oh how low I can sink
Another shot another round
Pound for pound
Absence fills the silence
How tense we speak
Words like knives
Sharper we cut
Till our lives
Are nothing but
Scars on scars
Praying to stars
And constellations
Just to give me hope
Every inch of rope
Adds to a deadmans drop
Chop chop
Why can't you say sorry
Just an admittance of guilt
Life comes and go's
The drink it flows
The blood it flows
The pain even underneath
It shows.