I heard you laugh over the telephone I wasn't speaking to you but i can tell your laugh from a mile away it hurt me and i knew i was being childish but i couldn't help but think why isn't it me making you laugh
i am selfish, its true, and i know well enough to lambast myself for it but i cannot deal with the mystery that there is someone out there who you might like better
not to say that there are not better men you can throw a stone and surely hit one but for once, and with you i want to be the one that someone likes best
i want to still be drunk, to be a horrible mess to be a monster still fighting with myself throwing punches made of bourbon and beer and still have you usher me in when i return tail stuck between my legs i want to be there for you to pity and to laugh at my jumbled words but I can't so instead i will find a way to get drunk and let that do the talking for me