Just One More Time
Tobacco stained fingertips
Bringing whiskey to her pretty lips
Begging for another slip
“Just one more time and then I’ll quit”
She tries to keep her racing mind
From seeing his smile all of the time
Hiding her bottles and swearing she’s fine.
Love is harder than whiskey, sweeter than wine.
She seems to find him everywhere.
In the taste of her coffee, or the brisk autumn air.
In the earliest mornings, he’s laying right there.
At the bar on the corner, when a man strokes her hair.
In every single one night stand, in every single touch
In every single drunken night, when the anger is too much.
In every unreturned phone call.
In every single kiss.
There’s a memory of a memory.
One she’ll never seem to quit.
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