A date with old bourbon, a friend from Kentucky
It’s been a long time since he’s said hello
Takeout Chinese food and fortune cookies
The candles are lit and the lights are down low

I’ll wear your hoodie ’till I wear out your scent
I’ve locked myself in until the feelings are gone
A weekend full of erasing – it’s time to forget
No denying what I should’ve known all along

You snuck into my life like a whispered secret
An unexpected song with a catchy melody
I really thought that we were going to make it
You unlocked my heart without having a key

I showed you parts of me no one has seen
You stole my heart by getting to know my soul
I trusted you without you having to ask me
The sound of your laugh made me lose control

I’ll wear your hoodie ’till I wear out your scent
I’ve locked myself in until the feelings are gone
A weekend full of erasing – it’s time to forget
No denying what I should’ve known all along

You were everything I never knew I wanted
Who and what I needed when I needed you most
It’s hard to believe all that has been forgotten
You broke my walls down then decided to go

So as I sit here with all I have left of you –
A hoodie, dried flowers and texts of admiration
I’ll remember what you once felt, too –
Before you stopped feeling our connection

I’ll wear your hoodie ’till I wear out your scent
I’ve locked myself in until the feelings are gone
A weekend full of erasing – it’s time to forget
No denying what I should’ve known all along

My friend, old bourbon, is starting to pinch me
He told me all the things I needed to hear
He showed me loving you is an addiction
Worse than pain pills, gambling, sex or beer

I guess there’s no understanding what happened
No moment or words I should have changed
I’m just left with the ‘what-could-have-been’s
And a heart filled with emptiness and pain

So I’ll wear your hoodie ’till I wear out your scent
I’ve locked myself in until the feelings are gone
A weekend full of erasing – it’s time to forget
No denying what I should’ve known all along

The sunrise has peaked through my windows
The weekend has passed, my feelings stayed
I’ve unlocked my door, your memory won’t go
Even Kentucky bourbon can’t drink you away

  • The Dalema. May 11, 2016.
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