Skies are grey todaynWhy couldn’t you have stayed just a couple minutes longer?nWhiskey eyes, whiskey lips, flower tattooed on her wristnShe’s probably gonna kill mennWho knows, maybe I’ll die drinkingnYou don’t have to worry about menAnd if I don’t I’ll have anothern‘til you’re gone from my memorynnThings are all fucked up todaynI don’t why I had to say that I thought it was getting betternIt’s like sometimes I feel alone, even when you’re in my roomnWhy can’t you come a little closer?nnWords from an alcohol soaked heart, in my mouth all fall apartnNow it’s only beating fasternThe smell of vodka on her breath, I almost drank myself to deathnI should have drank a little harder