complacent

1:09 and all my friends are wasted

its one in the morning at the bar 

and all my friends are wasted 

i hate this club, another friday I've wasted

and its one am

 and i call your number when I'm drunk

but you never pick up

 alcohol on my breath i exhale and i hear your voicemail box

stumble in the cold streets 

i heave my self up

and I'm a walking (barely) mess. I miss your breath on mine

i miss your lips on mine.

all my fucking friends are wasted

party too hard

and dont pay for

it

I'm here struggling to wake up in the morning and keep 

living

and they just drink because its fun

i drink to forget where I'm from

i drink to slow down the pain

im crawling now, and I'm at your door.

maybe ill just pass out here

its 1:09 in the morning. Ive wasted 

my friday

but as my head spins

you pick me up and i wake up in your bed

maybe you do care

(NOTE:: THIS ISNT BASED ON REAL LIFE!!! this is based off a song called all my friends are wasted by snakehips. i love it. Listen to it.)