I think I'll call it a night

You asked if I had fun and I didn't lie,
I did.
But there was something that was different in your smile,
I missed.
And the more you looked at me, the more I wished that love,
was on my side.
Everytime I thought of the long night we first spent together,
I cried.

So I think I'll call it a night, I've had enough to drink this time.
Or maybe not, I think that I can stand another shot or two.
I just hope that I spend the night in comatose and wake up
with no recollection of you

You took me out, said, "this is going to be your best birthday yet."
But I think it was the worst one yet.
You don't see the way I look at you now.
You've forgotten the reason I used to smile.
"Are you okay? I haven't seen you smile today."
I'll probably remain that way, until you come back to me.

So I think I'll call it a night, I've had enough to drink this time.
Or maybe not, I think that I can stand another shot or two.
I just pray, to a god I don't believe in, that she'll sleep with me
so i'm not lonely.

Sober: I only frown.
One shot: I come around.
Two shots: The corner of my lips begin to turn up.
Three shots: You might get a smirk.
Four shots: A half hearted smile.
Shit faced: That's when I'll seem happy.

I think I need to drink the rest of this bottle. You've given me an awful lot to think of.
If I'm sober, I'll think too rationally, and I will never call.
Inebriated I'll call and tell you, "You've destroyed me."
The truth will finally be set free.