Last Week's Alcohol
from Our First Mistake
from Tales from the Bad Years
from The Freshman Experiment
Happy drunk,
Grinding to a German techno beat.
Shots all around.
I’m drafting you a text.
I’m typing sorry.
I’m sleepy.
Another night.
Sadface ox.
Vodka flows into any mixer you can find.
Mini skirts shift.
I see the lift of her ass.
My pocket vibrates.
I won’t look.
It’s you again.
And you’re not here.
She makes a pass.
Screw the phone.
Screw you and all your stupid rules.
Are you alone?
Are you dancing by yourself?
Cuz I’m out here.
Alive here.
We’re dancing here.
Chugging from the bottom shelf.
This is how it feels to fall in love.
This is how it feels to fall.
The weakness, the sadness,
The sirens, the madness.
The pounding in your chest,
Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance.
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us fall.
Fall.
Do I see you standing across the crowded room?
Like some montage or like someone’s fucking dream,
And I see you.
In her face.
In every face.
Is that your scheme?
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us…
I’m so sick of parties.
I’m so sick of being drunk.
I hold my breath.
Lips brush against my ear.
But I don’t feel them.
Or know them.
I just know you.
And you’re not here.
Yeah, it might be the Smirnoff or all the Natty light.
Yes it is weak.
But there’s nothing left to lose.
So call me right now and I’ll cave.
I’ll answer you and blame the booze.
Time is passing but we’re still drinking.
Life is passing us by,
We’re drinking last week’s alcohol.
House parties are proof the world runs to chaos.
I go outside and that’s when I see you.
And you say,
Don’t talk.
I’m sorry.
I’m scared of this.
Well, I’m scared too.
This is how it feels to fall in love.
This is how it feels to fall.
The weakness, the sadness,
The sirens, the madness.
The pounding in your chest,
Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance.
I’m watching you.
I’m watching me.
I’m watching us fall.
