1:30 leaking from the chest

As I hug this bottle of bourbon to nurse the heartache inside my chest, you’re out there with someone having me worried. Deceit within my head I can’t help but to feel my guts are pouring out upon my lap. I’ll take another sip. I’ve had suspicions of this ghost for some time but to confirm it I had to go to your place of work to be informed you weren’t there. Thoughts haunted me right then and there, it’s a familiar feeling of pain. I know you’re with another, no proof but call it a guy feeling.