You'll Be Missed

I can't get the taste of her away

A bitterness that I'd happily take straight

Tequila doesn't quite hit like her

Her eyes see through me

I feel like a blur

She smokes as it fills my lungs

And if I could dance then I'd dance with you

I'd hold your hand, if you wanted me to

I'd close my eyes and take a breath

I'd remember this night to the very end

But we both know, I'm not good at this

But I try my best and you'll surely be missed