Our bodies were too close for comfort not to touch,
My breath laid heavy as you grabbed my heart
Your lips were bitter, just like the beer you drank that night,
My head was spinning.
I hate you,
I love you,
I miss you so much.
Silence became a paradox that night,
Wrongs became right,
And right became wrong.
We felt alone as we were in a room filled with fouls,
The past seeks the future, as the present lives for the past.
Guilt is eating me out alive of the memory of that night,
A fog hits my room, to agree with my head.
It's a love game,
No more bets.