What will come of tomorrow Will the drunkenness run through and bits fall into place Or will you forget all of this Every word whispered in your ear as youβre hands seek places My desperation of meaning more than this And youβre simple words used for a girl in desperate need of loving A drunken kiss and drunken man are all that I accept
one of those things you always seem to do, right? those nights that you wish never happened, where you kept some dignity but lost a lot.