Dry and unquenchable thirst,
5 too many shots of Bourbon
Sobriety reunites me with my pain
What's worse, the burn or the heart bile?
The impossibility of you torments me
I drink, I weep, and I fall asleep..,
I will go to my grave with your name on my heart
How does one walk away from an angel?
Damn his perfect beautiful kisses.
He scorched my tongue and ruined me
I have hope, that maybe, he might be mine.
But some ugly shred of grief reminds...
Angels can't be kept.