I'm drinking by myself and oh I’m going down. Will you pick me up, will you leave me on the ground?
I drove around alone, I stopped in the Target parking lot and watched the moon through the car window. I looked on the floorboards for paper to write a poem. I found dirty papers that are most likely important and a mechanical pencil with no lead. Sometimes it's hard to sleep when I look at you and you don't look back. I just want you to hold my hand first, look me in the eyes when you kiss me, hold on a little longer before letting go. I put you first, you're the first thing I think of when I wake up. Not beer, not a cigarette, I just want to roll over and hold you because it feels good to be close to you. Make me feel beautiful, tell me you love the way I kiss, again. Just because I know it, doesn't mean I don't love to hear it. Do you think of me when you lay alone or do you just fall asleep without a care?