Blood shot eyes, drunk with regrets infused with cheap beer, Laughing at our own stupidity As we fall, stumble and pick each other up, only to wobble again We'll blissfully endure the nausea and throbbing headaches cause we've been through much much worse, Together.
Knowing us, we'll probably end up on some rooftop at 3 in the morn, In a drunken haze counting the stars one by one, confessing our well-kept secrets, and vomiting all the bile that life fed us
Sure with heads spinning, and the blurry vision accompanied by endless 'little room' visits we'll say 'Never again', Only to turn it around with another round
When misery finds us, Don't fret I'll hold the cracked mirror to your face, you do the same And we'll find humor in our imperfections And there, we'll dance to our temporary happiness
When they dare tell us 'You're too young to be empty', We'll look at them Look at us And burst into laughter I'll be here, through drunken nights and sober days, Always.