Salt and Whiskey (Slowed)

Keep saying "stay," but every drop just fades away.
I hold my breath between these words,
Like maybe you'll be the one who answers first.
When I talk to you like this, are you listening at all?
Do you hear my crooked prayer, or just let it fall?
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.