You´ve been sober now For a few days and I bet that it helps You not to send me a text That says you love me still
And the only thing that I´ve done This month is drink beer and Masturbate, and ignore Phone calls from you What else am I supposed to do?
Because the last image of you I remember Is you hunched over back on the side of the bed Telling me that I shouldn´t leave
And I didn´t wanna lie I guess When you asked me if I loved you less In the passenger side of my car So I didn´t respond
And the last image of me you remember Is my hunched over back on the driver´s side Begging you to get out when you said that you wanted to die
Can´t you see that´s the kind of shit I can´t be the one to decide? But if you asked me now, I´d want you alive
And it´s a chilling confidence that I don´t need you anymore But you knew that I´m sure Honesty broke the glass of the bottle That I struck at the door When I couldn´t do this any longer Now I don´t even think of you When I am sober