My mouth tasted like sweet decomposition
while yours tasted of bitter revenge.
I hold grudges the way lovers hold hands,
and I will be in the backseat of your truck
for three years or more
reliving what I saw that autumn night.
I hate to hold you responsible
for something you didn’t know
you were breaking,
but it was your hands that I saw disappearing into the night
and it was my heart on the line.

You and those five drinks that were
8% alcohol
set my feelings on fire.
And now whenever
I think of that night
flames burst from the darkest parts of my mind.
I always knew you’d be the one to light me up,
but I never thought you’d be the one
to burn me down.