Whiskey is You

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Do you miss dinner 
at Tiffany’s.
Or all the lunches 
I’d pack you
So you’d have something to eat
I have a feeling 
you still picture these things. 
Perfect portraits
of me nurturing. 

Except looking back on the past 
Isn’t healthy for me.
Either is whiskey.
It makes my thoughts run
Chevy deep.
So I order a double 
While he’s staring at me.
Poor thing has no clue,
How this drink that he bought
Is truly affecting me. 

Cause I don’t miss you 
until something makes me think.
Then those thoughts in my head 
make me take another drink.
Fighting myself again 
from doing stupid things.
I don’t miss you,
I only miss you when I drink. 

Making me wanna chase you
instead of the whiskey.
But apple juice tastes better 
than what ever fucking words 
you’d speak. 
Dialing up numbers 
I still can’t delete.
God damn it’s not my fault 
what whiskey makes me think.

Or how your voice in my head 
still fucks with me.
I can hear you saying 
You moved on 
So now it’s time for me.
I get so angry 
Entertaining new flings.
You told me I deserved better,
So I don’t let love happen to me.

Cause you’re still past out
On the couch inside my head. 
My minds racing in circles 
When I should just go to fucking bed. 
Am I ever going to stop
Wanting what we had back then?
Or is it just the whiskey 
That remembers 
everything we said. 

It still doesn’t burn 
like you fucking do,
So I’ll take a shot every time.
Then drunk tiff remembers 
marvelous nights. 
Finding myself laughing 
at our very first fight.
Remembering how you 
always made everything 
between us fucking right. 
Then suddenly decided 
To change your damn mind.

Leaving me in my apartment 
Holding on to goodbye. 
Hugging a bottle of whiskey 
That carried me through  
Sad sleepless nights.
Why can’t it make me hate you
Like whiskey’s supposed to do
Why won’t it let me 
remember 
the sad fucking truth.

Cause I still wake up 
sad and blue.
When it isn’t your eyes 
That I’m looking into. 
Hungover as fuck
it affects me
Like you. 

That’s why
I don’t drink whiskey. 
Cause 
Whiskey is you. 


“Whiskey is You”

Written by Epiphany Tiffany 


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