Back To Me

i'm talkin' bout the girl with the voice like bourbon
trying too hard for easy attention
but if she's lookin' my way
then i might as well stay
and see what becomes of it

i'm talkin' bout the girl with the kiss like brandy
acting too cute to be taken as genuine
but if i'm saying things
that i can't explain
i won't be ashamed about it

and her lips taste of cigarettes
strawberry, and drunk regrets
skin glazed with chamomile
and raw sex appeal
fuel the fire dancing in her eyes
and don't blame yourself
when you know she wants to hear the lies

drinking way too fast and bet your ass she knows it
it's not her style to be taking her time
but if she's acting in ways
against her grain
i won't think anything of it

she's got a tongue that speaks of liquor and fantasies
and a touch that keeps me drunk for hours
but if morning comes
and it's 'what have i done?'
i'll pack it up and smile about

and my head hurts something awful as always
mouth dry, red eyes hiding from sunrays
not my bed and it's later than it should be
leave quiet, don't wake the girl i know will stumble back to me
i know she's coming back to me

yeah she's coming back to me