I told myself many times to let you go.
No matter what the situations were involved.
But the drunkness of my mind
and the drunkness of my eyes,
the persuasive whispers of your lips they lead me off into the night.

I'll be yours anytime that you choose
but everytime, everytime I seem to loose.
My time with you is almost through.
The more I drink the more I forget you.

Another drink, another night.
This time I wanna let you go.
No matter what the situations were involved.
But then I spot you at the bar and my mind is blurry drunk.
Can't help but hold your hand as you lead me stumbling, falling into the cab.

I find myself close to the morning light.
Inside the sheets is where it feels so right.
My time with you is almost through.
The more I drink the more i drink....
the more I drink the more I forget you.
I have to.