I used to believe in a lot of things
The sound of your name still haunts her with every waking moment.
It just won't go away.
These memories won't fade, she can't handle this anymore.
They rush through her mind while her eyes go blurry and the room starts spinning, her chest is pounding and her gut falls heavy.
You're like her own personal nightmare.
If you love something set it free. She keeps that repeating in her mind like a broken record.
How long do these nightmares have to last?
She wants to be care-free again. "My dear friend Captain Jack, the nights are getting rather long and lonely."
One more shot of Bacardi, everything will be fine.
While the sun sets more bottles gather, She wants to drink away these emotions in her mind.
Jose Cuervo, Smirnoff, Absolut.
Just one more sip of Jack Daniels.
Another bottle of Goldschlager.
As the moon lit sky fades, so does her memory.
Dreams.
Just some fiction from a young age.
They don't come true, they never have and they never will.
They are something created to keep your hopes high and your heart strong.
Dreams of love, well spent time on trust... All for nothing.
People let go of priorities, they reject knowledge once given.
So sip your whiskey honey, It won't fix anything.
Sure you forget the night, to remember your reasoning the next morning.
It's a vicious cycle you've gotten yourself into sweetie.
Promises are meant to be kept, not broken.
No matter what.
So baby, put the bottle down.
Please Mookie, Everything will be okay, I promise.
Everything will be fine... Eventually.
I used to dream of love, I used to dream of a lot of things.
