You won't leave me like this
I may be drunk, I still can talk
I try to walk home
Scream into the phone
You try to deny
You were with that guy
Kissing, groping
God, I'm hoping
This isn't true
Just a drunken view of
How I saw things
Prove me wrong, please
Let this fade away
When morning comes my way
Morning brings regrets of what I said
I use the hangover to cover my head
Laying quietly in my bed
Headache covers what I said
