You. Yeah You. I see you. I am you.
Texting all the wrong guys at 2am when the world is quiet and you got nowhere to run.
We justify it so easily.
Drunk words. Sober thoughts.
He still cares, we plea.
We’re not naive. We know what we’re doing.
Ignorance is a bliss, we yell.
There’s something about the unfiltered nature of drunk thoughts.
Our words spewing out the truth,
No protection of mental capability to process things.
So we justify it.
Making all the wrong choices, over and over again.
We let them treat us like shit.
Chanting our motto – Drunk words. Sober thoughts.
Over and over again.