What happened last night?
How'd you sleep?
Did you get my zero messages?
Gonna tell me of the secrets you keep?
You could tell me you almost died yesterday.
That the alcohol made its way into your brain.
Mixed along with the pills you took,
Which didn't seem to have a name.
Or maybe I'd tell you the night was epic.
That you were outta control.
Or maybe that's just a lingo
For "You Were Acting Like A Whore."
"You were totally knarly!"
You drank till you threw up.
Because somehow your 15th drink
Just didn't seem like enough.
I came to see if you're alright.
Maybe got a pounding headache?
I knew after last night
You've probably got a lot on your plate.
Because I had to pull 10 guys off you
Cause you were piss ass drunk.
Your dress attracted bad attention
Guys wanting a good hump.
You threw up 3 times
And I helped you every one
I hate to say this but it's true.
You are so fuckin dumb.
I kept trying to help you.
You kept calling me boring and fat.
And I knew my best friend
Would never say shit like that
Maybe the vodka got the best of you.
Because drunk words are sober thoughts.
Maybe you'd spent your words
All to wrought
"If she thinks so I'll leave."
I assumed that as I left you there.
I knew you were probably gonna get yourself in something
But I just didn't care.
I know what you're gonna say.
A "Huh?" Or "I didn't hear a thing."
There it is. We people hear.
We don't listen.
