Tequila

I tried to make you happy
But you got so damn depressed
I watch you paint your lips
And put on that fucking dress
But you couldn't paint a smile
Or even laughing lines
So you walk out the open door
Slamming for your last time

You're the salt with my tequila
You're the lemon in my eye
I'm sick of all the tension
And all your fucking lies
I tried to understand you
Tried to open up the doors
But you shut me out of your life
When you're passed out on the floor.