Broken

                                    

                                          
Remember when you used to call me your whiskey girl 
                          
stared into my eyes and played with my curls. 
                          
I was like whiskey in a teacup you once said 
                          
It made me giggle and curious and somehow end up in your bed 
                          
Now every time I see a bottle of jack or johnnie, 
                          
I feel like giving you a smack and that's putting it nicely 
                          
when you left, oh so suddenly
                          
you drained me completely 
                          
I no longer have that kick and spark
                          
the fire has long died out 
                          
Those wits that could once kill 
                          
have run back to the hills 
                          
When you came, like every other guy at the bar, 
                          
you only had one desire 
                          
To taste a sample of the finest brew 
                          
When you left, like every other male 
                          
you don't bother cleaning up, leaving glasses in your wake 
                          
And I guess that included me, should I be happy I didn't break 
                          
Still a pretty piece of fine china 
                          
caught up in a mess of heartbreak mania 
                          
So I suppose now I am just another teacup 
                          
Tea in a cup
                          
That's how it's meant to be right 
                          
That's what society wanted and you despised 
                          
But now you've taken away my ignition 
                          
So I guess this will have to be my redemption