it would be easier if you didn’t return.
(over and over and over and over and over again)

because you reek of alcohol and i reek of love
(you tell me you haven’t smelt anything as beautiful since i left).
so i remind you that compliments are free,
and i am like the tin man. 

you never had to ask me what things like that meant.
(you’re one hell of a guy,
that’s why i always give you my best try). 

i’m sorry you keep returning
(neither love or alcohol seems to last long enough)