It don’t feel the same 

When you tell me words you end up forgetting the next day 

It does fan the flames 

But that’s temporary, cos the heat turn cold when you fall asleep again 

Maybe I should be happy cos,

It’s nice when I’m the only one you call 

Maybe I should laugh it off 

Cos here we go again 

“I miss you” “I want you” sounds nice n all

But I feel sour, cos after all 

You never say them when you sober up

It’s a bitter-sweet feeling 

I just hope I don’t wait till you’re drunk again 

To hear those words again 

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