it's been a year ago today- since you said you quit
but i can still taste you on my lips
i still hate all the funny looks i get

but i'm not ready to give in just yet

i'm on the edge of letting you know

but i'm closer to the edge of letting go

you're my water

i'm your whiskey
and i hate the way you miss me
only love me

when you're down to your last drop
it's a weakness
but i'm stronger

and the nights are getting longer
but i lay here in this empty bed and cry
while your bottles dry


so baby tell me- do you stumble on your way home?
does the whiskey tell you I'm not really gone?

i hope you sleep with your bottles every night
and wish it was me the whole damn time


i'm on the edge of letting you know
but you're closer to the edge of letting go