Tequila Break

One, Two, Three, Seven shots of tequila
It could be but not
One, Two, Three, Seven Days
It could be but nothing yet

How long, how much, how shall it be
The hope within only makes it harder
How then can I do this

What do I wish for this Christmas?
The first of them all that I am sure of that
The same peace and piece of it that I had but lost
I still miss you