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