You only love me when you lose a few brain cells.
You lips search for mine when that crisp ale finds yours
You speak of love and the future
But neglect me once your vision clears
Abandoned, I look for excuses.
Alone yet again I curse love, I curse the gods old and new.
I hate your voice
I hate your scent
I hate your hair and how perfectly it falls.
I hate I hate I hate
I hate that you only love me when you’re drunk
I hate that I fall for it every time
One day I’ll stop crying
And you’ll come around
With your beer-soaked brain preaching your false gospel of love
And I’ll laugh.
These spirits won’t lead my love deprived heart off that cliff anymore
Until then, drink up
I’ll have whatever you’re having.