Drunk, and stumbling along a sidewalk alone
I left my friend's house to call you, but i know you're not home
And god only knows the twisted words left on your breath
With six people's spit, and a cheap pack of cigarettes
And i guess i'll end up alone
And you'll find someone to walk you home
I'll toss and turn as you haunt my head
And you'll scream and beg in your unmade, crowded bed
Zach's pa**ed out again, and it's only a quarter after nine
I'm pretty drunk and you're on my mind; i don't feel fine
Trembling at the thought of saying everything all wrong
I'm in the middle of a message, even though you're long gone
And i guess i'll sleep alone
And you'll wake the neighbors with every moan
And i'll blame you leaving on myself
While you off f**ing somebody else