You always have me a hot mess, I sometimes just don’t even get dressed.
When i am alone drinking trying to write you a poem i just can’t seem
Because the words just don’t feel right, I get tore up from the floor up.
I don’t want to go to rehab it would just mean more time apart and i
wouldn’t have anything for the pain.
And when i sleep i would have to dream i would see how amazing
No rehab for me i’ll just black out and hope one day we get back together
but if not i will keep a bottle , pen and pad handy just in case i
am able to write.
It just plain hurts losing you, if opposites a tracks were
perfect your an angel and i am the devil.
But i will love you anyways.