i’m down three months and i down myself again
swig after swig after swig
i dance around my living room and curse your name
screaming the words to every song and pretending i’m fine
i’m alive, i’m energized, i’m over you
but in all reality
i’m still urning for you
still writing about you
drinking over you
missing you
so i drink
darling, i’m still madly in love with you
but you chose getting high with a girl who is everything i’m not
everything you told me i never had to be
our love was so pure
so genuine
but now i’m turning into a young drunk
barley making it everyday
dialing your number but i know if i call
it’ll only give you and your new friends something to talk about
you claimed i was your world
but now i’m just a joke to you
so i drink
the tase of pineapples, coconut, and ***** filling the emptiness in my gut
everyday i base everything off of you
i wake up, in the bed we slept in
i don’t dare touch half of the clothes in my wardrobe
because they take me back to a specific time with you
i brush my teeth and miss us trying to share our tiny bathroom
hating all of the room i have now
so i drink
i hate sitting on my couch, the spot where we first kissed
that kiss that still makes me feel warm and fuzzy
but now that you’re gone
the only thing that can replace those butterflies is alcohol
i sit in my bathtub, drinking
lay in my bed, drinking
i’m writing this, and drinking
all because inside
i’m still urning for you
i’m still writing about you
i’m still drinking over you
forever loving you
every drop of you
so i drink