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 that she’s a mess,
To me she was damn hot.

She called out to me,
Like an unfinished song.
And I answered her,
Like there was nothing wrong.
Man, I don’t know why,
I walked away real slow.
She knew that I loved her,
But she knew she had to go.

I’m calling out,
To memories and regret.
I’m calling out,
To a future that isn’t set.
I’m calling out,
To the self that I should be.
I’m calling out,
Remembering you and me.

I miss that bourbon beauty,
And her marijuana mouth.
Her cool mountain hair,
And her sultry deep south.
The way she would cry,
When I framed her fragile fears.
I can be praised for some things,
But be damned to hell for her tears.

She called out to me,
Like an unfinished dream.
And I answered her,
Without feeling, it seems.
Man, I don’t know why,
My emotions were a no-show.
I knew that I loved her,
But I knew she had to go.



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