Love, like alcohol where your judgment is first to go

With all the drinking all the thinking

All the pleasure

Doesn’t mean anything if not nothing

Because in the end I don’t love her…

Resting her chin on my shoulder

As she looks over leaning barley sober

As the stories last longer

But what she tells me I can’t listen

Where is?  The past in her is is the one I’m missing

Now as time just got older... We’ve come to grow out of it

  And when she’s here

It’s you that I want to be with…

Yea I did, Yes we did, and it should have never happened

Makings the same mistake more than twice

Where is it in me asking myself for my own advice?

Looking so surprise as love found

Its way to dress in disguise

Comes pain hidden beneath the eyes

Searching for the good, found in the goodbyes