Oh, you don't remember? Too bad for you, I do.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
Except, it wasn't tequila,
And fate wasn't merciful enough to let you pass out.
You screamed and cried for me and for your boyfriend
As your words slurred and everything in your stomach
Decorated his basement floor, pupils dilated while you screamed in terror,
Your mind somewhere in the stars as your body wasted away.
You kissed him, you filthy hypocrite.
And as I went to the bedroom, just wanting one good thing to happen,
Our lips about to touch, when you yelled for me, again, to take care of you.
And all my friends (not yours) hugged me (not you) and apologized
When the only person who needed to apologize was you.