Whiskey & Weed.

You think you know but it's only begun.
When it comes down to it are you with it?
I see this so much, I see this shit all the time and it blows my mind.
How much they love and they lust and they give it all up.
I can't say I'm not guilty myself but let's have a bit of decency.
I see you across the room and it's killing me.
It's been a few years now and I don't even know what I mean to you.
Are you the man I once loved?
Or just the fuck I once gave?
Either way I can't help but wonder.
My mind drifts to a sinful place.
Reminiscent on the times you made my body pulsate with a thunder.
I can still taste the whiskey and weed that you loved so much.
All the times I snuck away and realized that you didn't even give a fuck.
You fought me on who I was and what I did and nothing was ever the same.
Funny how one time can become everything.
I should have had more time, flirted harder and longer, and did more crazy/wild things.
I find it hard to breath just trying to say your name.
Or remember how I thought I loved you and how I wanted to tell you everything.
Temptation has never been more in my face now that I have fewer distractions.
Each and everyday I wake up alone and lay my head on that same cold bed.
I can't hate that you're in love with another.
I'll never forget the passionate time we spent.
I just wish I never would have put faith in you of all people.
You were the best regret I'll never have.