Sober

You've been sober now For a few days and I bet that it helps You did not send me a text That says you love me still And the only thing that I've done This month is drink beer and Masturbate, and ignore phone calls from you What else am I supposed to do? Because the last image of you I remember is You hunched over back on the side of the bed Telling me that I shouldn't leave And I didn't wanna lie I guess You asked me if I loved you less In the passenger side of my car So I didn't respond And the last image of me you remember is My hunched over back on the driver's side Begging you to get out when you said that you wanted to die Can't you see that's the kind of shit I can't be the one to decide? But if you asked me now, I'd want you alive And it's a chilling confidence That I don't need you anymore but you knew that I'm sure Honesty broke the glass of the bottle that I struck at the door When I couldn't do this any longer Now I don't even think of you when I am sober Now I don't even think of you when I am sober