I don't drink to forget the memories of you, I drink to forget the fact you aren't mine anymore.
You honestly don't have a clue of how much my life has became a chore. I have no reason to get up in the morning. I have no reason to get out of bed. But when I hear your voice echo through my head.
I remember it'd just the liquor's warning of hoe to not get so attached to the things you can't ever predict. So tonight my heart will be patched with the liquor from the cabinet.
