I thought I'd come back with something that tells a story...I hope it does anyway?
After my friend Rachel died, I made an attachment to this girl, her name was Emily Baker, I don't talk to her anymore, I don't even know where she is, but here's the story of our drunken meeting and how I'd go out and drink so I could be with her because that's all we had in common.
We drove through the silence like a bullet though paper
We stumbled through the door like our problems would face us later
My disinterest merely fogged up the windows
You're awkward and quiet, you tried to deny it
but the words that were said can't be undone
Between cries to break the silence and all this defiance
Surely this can't be good for our heads...
You said I'd lose my head if I tried to forget it
But all I can think about is how I regret it
You say I drink way too much
But am I drinking just enough to quell this disgust?
Evenings came with a drink, this became sober me
Places in my head, well, they took over me
I woke this way for weeks
You placed yourself in my head like those dull, aching pains
Coursing through every single one of my skinny veins
You're the reason I got up and prayed for change
You said I'd lose my head if I tried to forget it
But all I can think about is how I regret it
You say I drink way too much
But am I drinking just enough to quell this disgust?
We drove through the silence like a bullet through paper
We stumbled through the door like our problems would face us later
My disinterest merely fogged up the windows as i hung in the threads
Cause I was playing Russian roulette with my head...
