Drunk People - Chris Lane

She’s wrapped in a blanket

Sunday morning

Hurting and working on a Pedialyte

Missed the church bell

Asking herself, «Girl what the hell you do last night?»

It was one text left to her ex’s bed and clothes all over the place

She was summa cum laude, but at 1 am that wasn’t the case

Drunk people do dumb things

They pick it up when the phone rings

Saying things that they don’t mean

Like I want you back, the key’s under the mat

Yeah, they forget about the heartbreak

Never thinking about the next day, til its too late

You can’t take it back now

But it’s ok, don’t let it get you down

Drunk people do dumb things

He’s standing in the shower thinking about her

Considering drinking a bounce back beer

Saying why did I get drunk?

Mad 'cuz he slipped up, because getting over her took all last year

Now he’s all torn up wishing she’d come back

He thought he was smarter than that but

Drunk people do dumb things

They pick it up when the phone rings

Saying things that they don’t mean

Like I want you back, the key’s under the mat

Yeah, they forget about the heartbreak

Never thinking about the next day, til its too late

You can’t take it back now

But it’s ok, don’t let it get you down

Drunk people do dumb things

Oh, drunk people do dumb things

Hey you up?

Yeah, what’s up?

It’s been a while, I miss you

I miss you too

Semi colon smile

What you doing right now, can I come meet you?

Drop me a pin, be there in ten

Drunk people do dumb things

They pick it up when the phone rings

Saying things that they don’t mean

Like I want you back, the key’s under the mat

Yeah, they forget about the heartbreak

Never thinking about the next day, til its too late

You can’t take it back now

But it’s ok, don’t let it get you down

Drunk people do dumb things

Oh, drunk people do dumb things