I used to hope I was still the one
now I leave your name on the tip of my tongue
see, the whiskey has my mouth sore enough
and had me forgetting that a fuck aint love
and for a moment I stopped judging my men by their signs
and for a moment I forgot that you were no longer mine
and I can’t lie, I almost cried
when you reached out to remind me, this time
was the last time.