with whiskey on our
b r e a t h s
i begged you to stay
your liquor stained
lips spoke every lie
you knew i needed to hear
you say
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Drunk Girls Don't Cry
ПоэзияI'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'
one percent
with whiskey on our
b r e a t h s
i begged you to stay
your liquor stained
lips spoke every lie
you knew i needed to hear
you say
