I'm standing here, at your door
its 4 am, should I leave or stay?
I raise my hand to knock, but.. but I stop
sigh of regret of showing up at your place, I sit on the floor
its been quite a while, that I've heard your voice
I've forgotten your smell, and how your hands felt around my shoulder
I don't think about you, I lie to myself
its either your head or your heart, *sigh* tough choice
the heart says to bang the door, to call out your name
scream at you for, for falling out of love too soon
call me when you had too much to drink, I hope you do
I still don't get it, why am I the one to blame
these days I don't even care
I drank too much today, but too less to cry
cry and crawl in your backyard with this broken bottle of wine
my heart aches, I feel empty, it feels terrible I swear.