Faded shades of black and blue

Broken

Remember when you used to call me your whiskey girl 

stared into my eyes and played with my curls. 

I was like whiskey in a teacup you once said 

It made me giggle and curious and somehow end up in your bed 

Now every time I see a bottle of jack or johnnie, 

I feel like giving you a smack and that's putting it nicely 

when you left, oh so suddenly

you drained me completely 

I no longer have that kick and spark

the fire has long died out 

Those wits that could once kill 

have run back to the hills 

When you came, like every other guy at the bar, 

you only had one desire 

To taste a sample of the finest brew 

When you left, like every other male 

you don't bother cleaning up, leaving glasses in your wake 

And I guess that included me, should I be happy I didn't break 

Still a pretty piece of fine china 

caught up in a mess of heartbreak mania 

So I suppose now I am just another teacup 

Tea in a cup

That's how it's meant to be right 

That's what society wanted and you despised 

But now you've taken away my ignition 

So I guess this will have to be my redemption