The scent of whiskey pulled my arm
Already drunk on you
I entered the bar
As you turned the key
To room number two
I got liquid eyes
And forgot all about you
And boy, if I only knew
Yeah, you did all that I told you
It's not the fucking same
After fifth bottom of my glass
Raindrops fell from the ceiling
The taste of salt reminded me
But as I turned I met his eyes
Became death to your cries
I became death to your cries
Yeah, you did all that I told you
It's not the fucking same
Why the fuck
Would I dance with anyone
But the devil, bitch?
Because I...
I'm invited to
Open bar in hell all night
Yeah, you did all that I told you
It's not the fucking same
