Sober

Drunk with tears,  don't want to face my fears.

I fell apart and begged on my knees.

Empty shot glasses everywhere,

City lights are flashing like fireflies.

Swaying steps as I find my way back home,

Drunk in sorrow, drowned through my bones.

Another shot, bitterness in my throat as it settles in my stomach,

burning my heart that's slowly turning cold.

The night is freezing once again and I'm all alone.

Smoke in the room, vanilla scents everywhere,

reminding me of you.

I don't want to be sober; I don't want this to be over,

For our happy memories kept replaying on my head,

like a broken record, over and over and over again.

So I'd rather be drunk than sober,

Id rather be drunk and hangover than accept the fact that we're over.