You have made me do some things I am not certain I'm proud of You have made me say some things my mouth has not even figured out yet, Stuck in between not pronounced "I love you's" and should have said "Don't hurt me's" My heart and my body drowned in alcohol pounding pain Searching for even more regrets with every single bit, every single kiss, every single touch, and I regret myself from meeting you.
A little something I wrote when I was half sober in a hotel room in a place far away from you evil hands.