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