Booze Over Love

Tequila nights and Xanax bars. You called it "coping," I called it "scars."

I tried to love the woman you were. But the bottle always pulled you

first. I held the rope, you let it slip.

Drowning deeper with every sip. You picked booze over me. Chose the bottle,

let me bleed. I gave you love, you chose the haze.

I won't die inside your maze. You picked booze over me. That's all I'll

ever see. I watched you scream, I watched you cry.

Every night, another lie. I tried to fight, I tried to