As the liquor passed down my throat
And my face remained stagnant
I felt a sense of warmth in my chest
It wasn’t just the drink
It was a sense of pride
Maybe I was good at something.
I was really good at not letting go
I clung on and on
All I wanted was to be with you
I knew it was selfish
I also knew it was truth
You were all that mattered
And if something mattered then I mattered
If something stayed then I would stay
If you thought I was good
Maybe I was good at something.