I often wonder what it really is that you offer me
At least I feel your teach, even if it's just when you walk on me
Your mind is always elsewhere, it's there, it's on then it's off of me
I want to feel your depth but your heart is deaf when you talk to me
I guess that's what we were taught
We open up depending on how many drinks we have bought
He wants your head and it's ironic, doesn't care 'bout your thoughts
You're one more drink away from drowning, feeling empty and lost
But me, I'm no better
She wants to f** around and I let her