Lately your lips are like winter and your words, like the Sahara.
I always try to be like June with you, sunny and vibrant.
I give you my heart, and you say I have yours.
Feels more like a liver to me.
Drink me away,
You drink so much lately.
I know someone else has that heart of yours. Your soul has run out on me.
We are over,
Pass me the whiskey.
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