I miss that tequila breath,
And her CBD eyes.
Her painful truths,
And uncomfortable lies.
The way she used to sing,
When she was a little bit high.
Man, she’s a fuckin’ beauty,
And that you can’t deny.

She called out to me,
Like an unfinished poem.
And I answered her,
Like I wasn’t even home.
Man, I don’t know why,
I treated her this way.
She knew that I loved her,
But she knew she couldn’t stay.

I miss that whiskey lisp,
And her edible smile.
Her self-conscious silence
And her impeccable style.
The way she would lose control,
When I’d touch the exact spot.
She would say...