I've drank for most of the night I was in,
God, does that make it a sin?
I try to drink to forget,
But I always remember.
Hell, I think I know more than I am sober.
Tonight he had me over,
And I looked at him and to my brother,
But I felt like I was just another.
Another one of the crowd,
Someone who was too loud.
I looked at him but he didn't look at me,
But someone did see.
And I hope he saw in my eyes that it's not easy,
Because even being near people can make me weasy.
My eyes faltered,
My laugh altered.
I looked at him and saw hope in the sun.
And I knew eventually I'll run.
It's catching up again.
Maybe this time it'll win.
But I've drank enough to remember,
And you're my least favorite member.
Least of the "dead to me" club,
Since you're worse than even Beelzebub.
And I don't even know why.
