The bottle ran dry, left me staring at the wall,
Echoes of her laughter, they still haunt the hall.
I remember the first time our eyes did meet,
Now I’m chasing shadows down a dead-end street.
the bottle ran dry, so did my tears,
Love turns to ashes after all these years.
She cheated my heart, but it still won't lie,
I can't stop loving her, though I sure as hell try.
Her perfume lingers on an old flannel shirt,
Every thread’s a reminder of how much it hurts.
I could burn it to cinders, watch it fade to black,
But the memories, they’d still come crawling back.
The jukebox whispers, low and slow,
A tale of betrayal that I already know.
The moon mocks my sorrow, hangs high in the night,
A silent observer to this barroom fight.
It’s me against the ghosts, and they always win,
Drowning in whiskey, but I can’t swim.
The bottle ran dry, not a drop to drown
This ache in my chest since she skipped town
I remember the day she took my name
Now I’m stuck in a life that don’t feel the same
She cheated, she lied, she tore me apart
Left a hole where she carved her mark
I’m trying, I’m crying, but it’s hard to see
How to stop not loving her, and start loving me
The creek’s run low, like the tears in my eyes
Every promise she made turned into lies
Her laugh still lingers, like smoke in the air
I reach for her shadow, but there’s nothing there
She cheated, she lied, she tore me apart
Left a hole where she carved her mark
I’m trying, I’m crying, but it’s hard to see
How to stop not loving her, and start loving me
The whiskey don’t burn like the truth in my veins
no outlaw could outrun these pains
Her ghost keeps calling, I can’t reply
Just a man with a dry bottle, asking why
She cheated, she lied, she tore me apart
Left a hole where she carved her mark
I’m trying, I’m crying, but it’s hard to see
How to stop not loving her, and start loving me
Poet419
