Bottle of jack

Just me sitting here with a  bottle of jack. Thinking about all the good memories we had. Oneday where good and the next day where not. 
This shot of whiskey feels better then the pain.
I thought we was good this time but apparently not. We was like Jack and Jill intill things got rough.
One to many times I let you yell at me. I took you back regardless of how you would treat me. To many times I let you hit me. This last time was the final time I let you hurt me. I still miss the good times but I don't forget the bad ones . It was every night I come home to being yelled at . I don't know about you but nobody' deserves that. When you hurt a good guy like me promise me one thing ? Don't ever come back begging for me to come back . They Always end up trying to come back begging and saying Lee please come back.  I get made out to be the bad guy when I say no. 
You probably shouldn't have treated me like I was nothing.  Most nights go by and I'm sitting here drinking jack . Just me and the bottle every night. Trying to remove all the bad memories that we had. Just me sitting here with a bottle of jack .

Country-trap beat with acoustic guitar loops, 808s, slow hi-hats—crossover with southern soul and bounce, male piano