Bye My L.O.V.E., (Hello Whiskey)
Goodbye my tremble warm fingers
Even in the end our touch is electric
But, I hope we haven't shocked ourselves over commitment
Rough salt lips so matched to mine that are sweet
Here is your ring back, turns out it just doesn't fit
And this just isn't working
Back to hoping... what was Jesus really giving us?
Because our love could not survive
Nor save just us two
If this world needs a savior
Which of us will be first to tell them,
It won't be us, No! not this time
But just imagine when we say... once more
Hello! my L.O.V.E
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