
The thoughts of you float through my memories
This shot of whisky fuels my whimsy
I want you with me
I left in the morning
My stuff in my hands
My heart stayed in your hands
This shot of whisky calls your name
My lips do the same
My heart still lays in your hands
My mind can’t erase the image of your face
My hands can’t stop the feeling your skin
My lips miss your kiss
I would cry but tears stain my face
I won’t let you see my pain
This shot of whiskey my lay false all those claims
This shot of whiskey is a toast to you
This shot is to forget
This shot is-
Oh shit!

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