I can’t remember the last time you were sober.
It been awhile
I really don’t understand
Why do you have to be drunk to talk to me
You say things that mess with my head
You say you hate me
But at the same time you say you love me
Which is it
Then you say that I’m a bad friend
And person
I’ve been there for you whenever you needed me
Well, I try to be
You just won’t open up
I understand that
I just wish I could help you
I just want to see you happy
But I can’t do that if all you do is drink
I can’t do that if you only speak to me when you’re drunk
I miss the sober you…
Well.. I think I do
To be honest.. I don’t think I even know sober you anymore
