I'm drunk, I thought as you spoke to Isaac
Speaking to him about things I can't remember, speaking to me about things I can't remember
So I swayed and swayed
Until I found myself swinging beneath some barren branches
With small flowery flecks, I'm not sure what color anymore.
I was drunk and confident while you walked towards me
All mysterious in your yellow house
I found myself babbling about how during Christmas time
I stick my head under the tree and look up
Just like I looked up at your tree
I was drunkenly crazy
When I told you to look up with me
An attempt to convince you I wasn't as insane as I seemed to be
You just looked at me with eyes I was sure were...but now I can't think,
and you were laughing so loud I want to cry
Only, when I watched you walk away
You left me wondering:
Could he ever remember anything about this moment for me?
But, then again,
I was just drunk.