We tried to get drunk tonight but when you're both new in town and only have a half empty flask of whisky,
and identification that illustrates your lack in years, there's not much you can do to remedy the problem.
We sat across from each other on the floor, each with our 3/4 shots of Makers.
I stared at her, silhouetted against the dimly lit hallway and I started to think on the reason I wanted to get drunk and forget
about how we ended up here in a ****** apartment with a broken heart.
Our misguided senses of adventure has led my shadow and I around for most of our lives, but lately we've been stuck and it's so dark I can barely see her anymore.
We get in fights about why we're out here all alone, and whose fault it was that our heart was broken.
Last night I woke my shadow up from her sleep- I had a dream about you, back when we first fell in love.
I woke up looking next to me for the gold in your eyes, but after a moment I realized that I was still alone.
My shadow tried to comfort me, telling me that you only left me because you're young and reckless. Too uncertain, too afraid.
After all that time, I should have learned about you, how you would love me until you found someone else to love and who you thought would love you.
I drove away that night wondering why I ever gave you time in the first place.
My shadow was fading next to me in the car as midnight was breaking, telling me it was late and we should be home by now.
Ignoring her, I pressed harder on the gas and made that last turn out of your life, and before I knew it we were so far west we couldn't drive anymore.
Our glasses clink together as we nod our heads to each other in understanding.
I quickly swallow both the shots and turn out the light.
My shadow has left me now too, but she always finds me again in the morning light.