Met You

I'd write you a love song But I don't know how that feels Tonight I am numb from a cocktail of pills I hallucinate Think I'm touching your skin I'd much rather die than think of the bed that you're in And the street lights, they might as well burn on out Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this God-forsaken town You were right and you left and I'm wondering what The hell I should do I'd seen it all, or so I thought Until I met you We didn't get our books In bed every night Or dance in the kitchen Drunk off of some shitty wine I didn't get that ring there on my hand I didn't get your name in ink all over my skin And the street lights, they might as well burn on out Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this God-forsaken town You were right and you left and I'm wondering what The hell I should do I'd seen it all, or so I thought Until I met you Now I ain't tryna ask you to save me Even I don't like who I've been lately And I'm well aware that I might not ever find glory But like Hemingway and Hadley It's not the end of our story I sit here tonight Alone with my thoughts Alone with my sins And the things that I've bought I told you I have loved you the night that we met I felt it back then and it ain't left me yet And the street lights, they might as well burn on out Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this God-forsaken town You were right and you left and I'm wondering what The hell I should do I'd seen it all, or so I thought Until I met you I'd seen it all Or so I thought Until I lost you