Bye My L.O.V.E., (Hello Whiskey)

Goodbye my tremble warm fingers Even in the end our touch is electric But, I hope we haven't shocked ourselves over commitment Rough salt lips so matched to mine that are sweet Here is your ring back, turns out it just doesn't fit And this just isn't working Back to hoping... what was Jesus really giving us? Because our love could not survive Nor save just us two If this world needs a savior Which of us will be first to tell them, It won't be us, No! not this time But just imagine when we say... once more Hello! my L.O.V.E