Leaving New Brunswick

Skies are grey today
Why couldn’t you have stayed just a couple minutes longer?
Whiskey eyes, whiskey lips, a flower tattooed on her wrist
She’s probably gonna kill me
Who knows, maybe I’ll die drinking
So you don’t have to worry about me
And if I don’t I’ll have another drink
'til you’re gone from my memory
Things are all fucked up today
I don’t why I had to say that I thought it was getting better
It’s like sometimes I feel alone, even when you’re in my room
Why can’t you come a little closer?
Words from an alcohol soaked heart, in my mouth all fall apart
Now it’s only beating faster
The smell of vodka on her breath, I almost drank myself to death
I should have drank a little harder