too drunk to drive and so are you.
i drive us home
think it's the right thing to do
on that night i make a move.
your face felt so confused.
foreshadowing six months with you,
my stupid self thought i knew you,
then i found out i could cheat on you.
nothing short of what you're used to.
i still walk by the bench,
where i explained myself to you.
now I drink myself to death,
trying to find the truth.
salud