Wash Her Out

She looks good even though she's walking away.
She's sweeter than honey though she left you stray.
Now it's just your thoughts of her left to play.

Trying to keep your head straight,
But this aborition is screwing with you vision.
Trying to create a life w/o going toward hate.

Washing this taste from your mouth as it sours,
As it sat for too long hours.
Listening has lost it's meaning.

Scotch and Whiskey are the same result,
As too much beer releases fear.
Fear of over indulgence and not chasing her away

You know you couldn't drink enough to was her out.
Deal with the taste in your mouth.
The bitter will subside.

Life will move on.
Give in to time and patience.
You can't drink enough to wash her out...