I just called to wish you a happy birthday
sober feelings poured out in the form of drunken words
you told me you had a girl who was
in love with you
I told you to give it a shot
love can be real sometimes
she's just a friend
you said
and so am I
I threw up and went to bed

Based on my current understanding of my current understanding, I don't understand much at all.

catching a being(a person more or less)
caught in the in between
pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, *****, damaged, derogatory thought
in your mind
but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances
and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all
just fed it to the dog
and you laugh to yourself
you're going to catch one again
but fishing isn't that fun
after the eighteenth time
with nothing to show for it
but another drink
but as they say,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

I know I'm not as quiet as I could be when I should be.
But thoughts are just perpetual graves dug over and over.
That seems a bit redundant,
but so is this thought.

I can’t quite put my finger on it,
Run my tongue across it,
Sink my teeth into it,
But you’re some sort of something else-
And I want to consume your every word
As it spills out of your mouth.
But to try to catch a single thought
Is something in itself.

I said,
"I love you."
He said,
"You're sweet."

the fall will always make you fall
back down to where you were
the night you tripped up on the street
****** up your lip, and ripped a sleeve
scraped up knees and drunken slurs
you said some words you didn’t mean to mean
fall will always make you fall to where you were last year