Can I Get an Alcohol?

I'm sorry were you talking
I was zoning out
Staring at your ceiling
Trying to figure out

Why the hell your light's not centered in your room

Holding your hand loosely
Like a corpse on you couch
I'm sure your neighbors hate us
Based on the walls in your house

And your friends aren't known to be the quiet types

I'm sorry this is how you'll find out
I need a little time to myself
I'll talk to you soon

Can I fake a smile
Just even for a couple hours
Consume depressants
To make it a little harder

Looks like tonight I'll be disappointing you

Can I call you when I feel like myself
Just when I'm sure I won't need your help

I'll talk to you soon

I'm sorry were you talking
I was zoning out
Staring at your ceiling
Trying to figure out

Why the hell I'll never be happy in one place

Falling apart in your living room
Surrounded by people I barely know
or even want to talk to
Do I even want you

Sorry were you talking
I was zoning out
Staring at your ceiling
Trying to figure out

Why the hell your light's not centered in your room
And do I even want you



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Scordo
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