My throat burns, as I finish off this whiskey
My stomach turns, knowing that you're not with me
My body aches just before the rain, comes down
My fingers shake, while I adjust to this pain, now
It's funny how history repeats itself
But this in-formation never seems to help
So quick your touch went from feel to felt
But I know I'll be fine
You call and you ask, what the f*ck we're doin'?
I stall, and say back, I thought we're screwin', around
Never really thought 'bout it 'til now
Is this a path that you're really willing to go down?
Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you back
Something different
I hate saying the wrong thing, be in this position
At this time, we just have a different disposition
At which time, I just let you talk and I just listen
I just listen in the kitchen, while you're bitching
And you're telling me I'm broken, I'm hopeless
You don't think I've been told this?
You think my heart is the coldest
But my mind is the boldest
So everything you're saying right now, I know this
Oh this, seems like deja vu
What the f*ck I been telling you?
What to do
So I pull up a glass, and I pop off the cap
And I take a shot back
A shot back of that whiskey
It's funny how history repeats itself
But this in-formation never seems to help
So quick your touch went from feel to felt
But I know I'll be fine