Your bourbon

I don't want your nights or your bourbon anymore
I'll pass if you ask to take me for a ride in your car

If you text me, I'll pretend I never noticed
When you call me I will let it ring, ring, ring

you lay your head down on your pillow
or you smoke your cigarrette on your back porch
and you think of how I used to wander there
through the halls and dancing in your kitchen

I think you'll miss it

I'm not a perfect girl
not a cruel girl either
and I would have never hurt you on purpose
make me your enemy
I don't take it personally

not when I bent over backwards again & again
just to try to get you to SEE me

I don't have anything to prove anymore