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A broken glass is mixed with a forgotten nightmare

Pour it into a glass, add ice and we could call it a drink

Im barely holding on to words that I once knew so well

Lips in sync, waiting for the next line



When you said you didn’t know all the answers.

Why did the always end in sorry



The night began and ended in the lips of someone

Someone you barely knew

You said you know me better than I did

And I know myself pretty well



Because the raindrops are falling on my head

Tonight was meant to be the night

Where we become one



But instead I’m left in a pool of hate

With nothing but the familiar scent of liquor

To keep me warm