Salt and Whiskey (Slowed)

But I know that's not what you— That's not what you do.
I wear this ring on empty hands,
I broke our vows on borrowed plans.
Her suitcase door still hits my head every time I make the bed.
If mercy's real, it must sound rough,
'Cause I'm right here and I am not enough— And I am not enough.
When I talk to you like this, are you listening at all?
Do you hear my crooked prayer, or just let it fall?
She was all I ever had, and I let her slip right through.
I'm begging you to give her back,
But I know that's not what you— That's not what you do.
If you ever loved a fool, I'm the proof of how it ends.
Oh, Lord,
Taught me how to lose myself just to learn I lost my friend.