Sober

They said that you wouldn’t be here
Guess I knew you’d be around
From across the room, I feel it as you stare me up and down
I guess I’ve been higher sometime, I just can’t remember when
The last thing that I remember was you walking in with him
So I will drink and I’ll pretend
I’m strong enough to handle this
To save the grace of faces I
Hope to call my friends
But I’ll be fine by winter
I told you once before
That I’m in love with freezing
If it’s right outside your door
I’m right outside your door
And all my friends are drunk now
But I wish that I was sober
Because my mouth won’t seem to open to tell you that it’s over
It’s over
Weekends are for getting wasted, isn’t that right, aren’t we cool?
You’re so punk rock, I almost forgot I still fucking hate you
I don’t care if people stare or they don’t like the way we live
Yes we’re all in love with dying but we’ve got so much to give
It’s not that bad, here on the floor
If I’m not sad, I’m fucking bored
I hate the way you make me feel, that’s real as hell I hope you know
It goes to show that life is hell
I’ve got to go, I don’t feel well
I just need to be alone sometimes, I hope you understand
But it’s cool if you don’t
And all my friends are drunk now
But I wish that I was sober
Because my mouth won’t seem to open to tell you that it’s over
It’s over
Now they’re all out on the porch
But I don’t smoke cigarettes
You keep asking me to listen but you’re boring me to death
Sky is white, my lungs are black
Once you give in you can’t go back
Life is wack, I guess that’s it
But I’m so done feeling like shit
And all my friends are drunk now
But I wish that I was sober
Because my mouth won’t seem to open
To tell you that it’s over