Hurt Me More Here we are again, Same crossroads Same girl, different day, same crossbow High hopes in high heels, heard exhausts go Taillights and tires peel thats like her morse code We do the eulogy, break the continuity It ruins me, either you love me or you fooling me Usually be unity, ruby is her jewelry Devil in the bezel, its a never ending duel with me Huns hectic, but so bad in them sundresses Relieves some stresses, not sure Which. One. Exits She more wine coolers and Michael Kors My boy Michael calls, reminding me that might be false Despise sleeping, then its night time grieving My scar not healing from this damn broad treason At the bar leaning, cant believe shes leaving Got me making four half hour friends every evening Now Im fiending, like I need me a drink Whole bottle scotchwhiskey make it easy to think Couple Black and Tan talls, like me seeing a shrink Help her take her mask off, probably needed a sink Can only be defined as...fear of me coping What we do with emotion using liquor as potions Dutches and a dub elevated the notion Heart and mind separated, I can feel em eloping Gin and tonic start the mending rather soon Ironic, its the bartender tending to my wounds First was painful, saw an angel with a loom Ordered Blue Moon, maybe thatll send her to my room On the 4th floor exploring it, coupe Ford flooring it Two seater with a two liter, now Im pouring it New girl knocking at my door, Im ignoring it Sick of being heart torn, but need MORE of iiiiit Just give me more of it....more of it... I need more of it Need it in my life, its what you heard before This dame a demon at my door, Im yelling hurt me more....
scotchwhiskey, iiiiit, michael, taillight, eloping