we were drunk and we were stoned but you listened and i listened back
and we talked for hours on the step of the house
as kids partied, passed out all around
and slowly i dive into your eyes
realizing how pretty you are under the stars
and next to a girl throwing up
alison, i'm lost
so come back to mine
and drink my wine
my bed's too small but we can fit
and we can make it work
i've never done this before but it seems to work
the bus route is far too long
and the walk up the hill in my heels rubbing my toe
but at mine there's tea
so come, i'll put on music
your cigarette still burns
your messed up world will thrill me
alison, you inspire me
and i'm stealing your style of poetry
because i know you'll always be better than me
you laugh and tell me it's fine
so come back to mine
