"I can't stop drinking about you"
Am I supposed to see that as romantic?
Am I supposed to hear that and cry and say I'm sorry?
Realize that you must miss me so much you can't even bear the thought of me, that you have to drown our memories in a bottle of alcohol because you'd rather forget than remember,
That looking back on loving me was so awful the only the you can do is drink your life away,
Like I wasn't real, like the pain isn't present, like I'm not left with the ruins of what we once were,
Except I'm doing it sober.
You aren't being romantic,
I will not come back to you because you can't find the strength to deal with pain without being drunk.
If I come back, you will be the same person just dealing with an alcohol addiction now and I will be left to pick up after you while trying to hold myself together because nothing has changed for the better.
Do not sit there and tell me you want me back, use the argument that drunk words are sober thoughts,
I will not listen when you say that you still love me
Because if you still loved me you would've picked up the phone first instead of the bottle and you would've shown me that you cared instead of sending me drunk texts;
If you really loved me you'd want me to be happy,
If you really loved me you would make an effort,
If you really loved me I wouldn't hear about how you got so drunk last weekend you blacked out and how you haven't gone to church since "we" ended.
"Gotta stay high to keep you off my mind"
Like packing a bowl will erase the memory of me packing my bags, like lighting a spliff will burn all our memories,
As if I'm something you don't want to remember,
But remember, that what goes up must come down,
And I hope that you choke on the smoke of your third joint today because every time you come down off your high you face the pain again and every time it gets a little worse because you never deal with it, don't you realize that things left untouched tend to pile up,
Just stop.
Didn't you know that for every joint you rolled up I rolled out another two layers of skin just to show you it didn't hurt me,
Didn't you know that as the **** hit you it also hit me but like a punch to the gut instead of euphoria because it was another time I wasn't worth being sober,
You should have known it would never make me happy.
I do not think its romantic I think it's pathetic,
And I won't come running back because you tell me you can't handle being without me.
If you couldn't handle being without me you'd make an effort to be back with me but with every **** you take another step away,
And every step away is another straw,
I'm down to one but I'm sure by the end of tonight it will be none,
You should know that romancing me never involved a substance.
