Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
twomoonsaway
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Panarese
Songwriter
Lyrics
Put down the bottle and check my pockets
I tripped upstairs out into the darkness
Got a glimpse of your hair as you walked down the driveway
Can't find the words that'll get you to stay
You're so cold
It's starting to snow
Slide off your gloves so you can light a boge
Smoke flowed over your lips
I could smell it on your breath the first night we kissed
Wasted like the time
Can you tell i'm lying when i tell you i'm fine
Baby i know you fucked up
Don't try to fix it i've had enough
Cold hands to match your heart
Fuckin try my best not to fall apart
I wonder how often you still hear my name
If and when you do, do you feel any pain
Pick back up the bottle and take one more sip
That's what i gotta do to get your taste off my lips
Written by: Waverly Panarese

