Bourbon

A glass of Bourbon before a kiss

How can I trust you? I am that naive

I dont know where to go where to be

I am just a boy

I wish I could cry, and just let go

But no, this is not the time

Sat down with my shadow

It's a curse, the feeling of shame

This is not a fairy tale

I come undone, but the world wont stop spinning

Tears are dry, lips are shut

Packed my bag, Left a note

Checked the forecast, one glass for the way

Turn the light off

You are made perfectly for me

I cried as I shut the door

It must be done, because this is not the movies

Maybe someday when you see me, you will remember

All the stupid things we did

The kiss under the storm of bed sheets

A glass of Bourbon before a kiss

Goodnight