I’m at a party and I’m barfin’ I can barely see,
And every time I talk to you well I can never breathe,
I’m gettin’ drunker I’m a bummer I should just call her,
And don’t you know I’m really good at making this feel awkward.
"How are you today? I saw your friends band play a little show last night. It’s not my thing they were alright. You’re in my dream last week. I’d like to hear what you think. We passed a house driving fast. The sun was shining on the grass. You made me stop and leave the car. You pulled my sleeve but not too hard. Remember when you took too much, I didn’t mind being your crutch. We loved you then. It’s not the same. I don’t like how things change."
hotbox my heart