As he handed me the wine,
I reached for the beer.
All there was,
Was a face full of tears.
He handed me the wine to finish my day.
But I tool the beer to make the pain go away.
To her i lost, to him I found.
Why is my bottle on the ground?
Drunk, drunk, drunkie.
Why must he be a rookie?
To my mind, love I gained.
To my heart, there was pain.
In love I was,
But being drunk was the lane.
The lane that I wanted,
Because my heart itself was haunted.
The heart is scared to love,
But the body is in the hands of the one above.
Your eyes said hello but your heart said goodbye.
Why do the doves have to fly?
He hurt my heart,
And he's going to feel my pain.
Just picture him standing there alone in the rain.
Drunk, drunk, drunkie.
Why must he be a rookie.
To my mind, love I gained.
To my heart, there was pain.
In love I was,
But being drunk was the lane.
The lane I wanted,
Because my heart itself was haunted.
The pain was like cocaine in my system.
Rushing through my veins.
I had gotten heart broken,
And you was the one to blame.
