Cnd now I wish that I was less sober, but not as much as I wish that I was alone. cnd I've become a professional at counting down the seconds until I can make my leave.

But I'm fearing that I've gone too deep, saying no never made much sense to me.

But there's this thing inside my head forcing all these awkward conversations I thought I'd never have. You claim this is for my health, so I'll stand here against the wall, waiting on this night to be over.

cnd now I'm sure as hell not sober, I'm slurring my words and spitting out my lines, but the smoke in my face the dead look in her eyes makes me thing I should just cut my loss.

But I'm fearing that I've gone too deep, saying no never made much sense.

But there's this thing inside my head forcing all these awkward conversations I thought I'd never have. You claim this is for my health, so I'll stand here against the wall, waiting on this night to be over.

Oh why am I like this, should I just give up, maybe I'll keep trying. I mean, how much more can this go wrong?