You might’ve been the best thing to ever happen to me, but you leaving was the worst.
I look for love in bottles, but nothing seems to work.
Down a 1/5 of vodka, and roll one on the way.
No matter what I do, you burn right through the haze.
Do another line, but in my head you stay.
You’re stuck inside my memory while I’m trapped inside this maze.
fromthehartman 