Let me put this as simple as possible,
He's gone- I know.
You're hurting- I know.
No matter how many cups of liquor
Burn down your throat,
The drinks will never love you like he did.
The shot you took thats making your world spin,
Is not going to turn into his sweet neck kisses.
You can roll and smoke joint after joint,
And turn your entire life into a daze,
But it won't erase his memory from your mind.
Run as much and as far as you want,
But he won't be there waiting with arms open when you return.
It's the cold, hard truth-

Almost as hard as the alcohol you're swallowing down like the sweet lies he once told.