Posted July 3, 2009
Hello there.
Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek
And I still call you, but I get your machine
And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand
And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch
And you even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes
And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer
I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk
That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.