I’ve never been much of a drinker. But baby that night that you told me you didn’t love me anymore, I went and bought your favorite liquor. It was the first thing that come to mind, I needed to get you off mine. Every time i take a shot it burns my throat. It’s numb now, so I just chug it straight from the bottle. Even when I can’t think straight you’re name pours out of my mouth with the over poured alcohol. God I hate drinking. But it’s the only way to try to forget you. Cause the drugs don’t work, and I drink so much now I can’t even tell if I’m drunk or not anymore. And the thought of you is still fucking there. Nothing hurts more knowing I still love you but you no longer love me. I’m just doing my best at trying to forget you.