Don' t lean back
The room is gonna tip again

I'm O.K.
Or at least I keep tellin him that

As the ice melts in my glass
The warmth in my stomach grows

The phone rings
I've sent one too many texts tonight
But one call can't do any harm
Besides, I miss him

The cup in my hand
Sweats with each sip

I only think about finishing the bottle

Which
Now that I think about it
Is probably the wrong answer