Liquid Therapy - Handguns

Do you think of me when you’re all alone?

And your boyfriends home, checking messages on his phone

I know you lie awake in the mess you make

I’m the patron saint of the betrayed and you’re nothing but a fucking phase

You’ve always hung this over my head, so I’m giving it back, placing this on

your doorstep

We both knew this would come to an end, so let’s not pretend that we never saw

it coming

Do you think of May?

Or the Grand Mariner?

When we sat all day in a Summer haze, sipping on shit champagne

You’ve always hung this over my head, so I’m giving it back, placing this on

your doorstep

We both knew this would come to an end, so let’s not pretend

Drinking down

Our problems cause we’re never gonna

Solve them now

So we’ll just keep drinking down, cause our problems won’t solve themselves

Yeah, we’ll just keep drinking down everything we never talked about,

drown it out

A sip of deceit, a bottle of lies, a shot of the truth, smoother than wine

Tequila and lime, glazed over eyes, passed out at the wheel on the drunkest of

drives

A sip of deceit, a bottle of lies, a shot of the truth, smoother than wine

Tequila and lime, glazed over eyes, passed out at the wheel

Drinking down

Our problems cause we’re never gonna

Solve them now

So we’ll just keep drinking down, cause our problems won’t solve themselves

Yeah, we’ll just keep drinking down everything we never talked about,

drown it out