Sober

You and your taunting eyes.
You and your hazy sight.
Do you even know where we are?
Or how we got here?

Refilling another cub.
One sip, you're sharing too much.
Do you even know how it feels
To be just standing here?

I hope she leaves you
Halfway through the night.
I hope you start to
Realize how much you ruined us.
I hope you lose. And I
Hope you remember that we're over.

Once you're sober.

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