Feelin' Love Drunk, but not really. |
Love drunk, though it’s not really love but, I’m likin’ the way I feel when you’ve got me all hyped up but This isn’t leading anywhere but a hangover There’s no layover, it’s just game over And I’m late in figuring out I put too much stock in your character When I could have allocated skill points to wisdom and intelligence Stead I’m stuck in an excuse for a relationship with you trying to find the relevance Still throwin’ back bottles of cheap like, worst kind Doesn’t even come in a box like wine Though my mind’s wrapped around the fact that I’m over you My heart hesitates to be unkind Feel like every time we meet I’m paying the universe a fine It’s taxing to be with you even when you’ve asked me nicely So stuck in this rut that it’s graduated to a rabbit hole Making me wish I had a place to go back to that I could call home Even then though your thoughts follow me through the phone Don’t even know why I bother to answer anymore Stuck in the habit Secretly sick and tired of the space in my life you inhabit When you asked I just went along with I keep counting the days, trying to figure out how long I have to stay with Wish I could tell you there was never anything there to begin with Love drunk sans love Leaves me drunk Destined for the hangover Nothing good’s coming so why bother to stay over If I had started with pills I could take the dose, then go over The only way out of this is to drink more But this existence tastes bad cuz nothing’s mixed right You keep wishing I’d miss you when you say goodbye But I don’t even care enough about this to start a fight So I ask myself why I’m still drinking? |