sober up

i am not yours

nor are you mine

we're going down this road 

regardless of the time

i'm starting to strip down my walls

you seem to build yours higher

i'm fucked if i should know

how your mind works

i'm terrified that this thing between us

would be over in a flash

with everything you're finding out 

and at the rate we're going

i'll have nothing left to say

i'm fucking stuck in this white-walled home

while you're free to roam the world

how could you want me when you could have your pick

i look at myself in the mirror and all i see makes me sick

well fuck it all

and why do i think

i only matter to you when you've had too much to drink?

well right now i've said too much

and i am confused as fuck

hand me a bottle

it's my turn to drink