spilling guts

And your thoughts are in my head, the nights you'd spill your guts to me

And your taste is in my mouth, but I'm washing out the dreams

With this liquor that I found two years back from Christmas Eve

And I love you, but I hate you for not loving me

And I know two years has passed

And I shouldn't ever want you back

But getting you to touch me was a task

But not when you wanted me like that

And I knew what you were after

It was painted on your face

But how could I blame you

For how i'm feeling

When I allowed myself to stay

And your thoughts are in my head, the nights you'd spill your guts to me

And your taste is in my mouth, but I'm washing out the dreams

With this liquor that I found two years back from Christmas Eve

And I love you, but I hate you for not loving me

Now you're calling me, no caller id

It's three and you're drunk off Daniels

And you're asking me what bottle to drink

Or what strand that you should smoke off of

And you used to stay sober, you used to stay clean

'Cause you know what all that shit did to me

And you wanna be held and you wanna be seen

So I'm begging you to see what you're doing to me

And your thoughts are in my head, the nights you'd spill your guts to me

And your taste is in my mouth, but I'm washing out the dreams

With this liquor that I found two years back from Christmas Eve

And I love you, but I hate you for not loving me