Last Week's Alcohol - Matt Doyle

Happy drunk

Grinding to a German techno beat

Shots all around

I’m drafting you a text

I’m typing sorry

I’m sleepy

Another night

Sadface ox

Vodka flows into any mixer you can find

Mini skirts shift

I see the lift of her ass

My pocket vibrates

I won’t look

It’s you again

And you’re not here

She makes a pass

Screw the phone

Screw you and all your stupid rules

Are you alone?

Are you dancing by yourself?

Cuz I’m out here

Alive here

We’re dancing here

Chugging from the bottom shelf

This is how it feels to fall in love

This is how it feels to fall

The weakness, the sadness

The sirens, the madness

The pounding in your chest

Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance

I’m watching you

I’m watching me

I’m watching us fall

Fall

Do I see you standing across the crowded room?

Like some montage or like someone’s fucking dream

And I see you

In her face

In every face

Is that your scheme?

I’m watching you

I’m watching me

I’m watching us…

I’m so sick of parties

I’m so sick of being drunk

I hold my breath

Lips brush against my ear

But I don’t feel them

Or know them

I just know you

I know you

And you’re not here

Yeah, it might be the Smirnoff or all the Natty light

Yes it is weak

But there’s nothing left to lose

So call me right now and I’ll cave

I’ll answer you and blame the booze

Time is passing but we’re still drinking

Life is passing us by

We’re drinking last week’s alcohol

House parties are proof the world runs to chaos

I go outside and that’s when I see you

And you say

Don’t talk

I’m sorry

I’m scared of this

Well, I’m scared too

This is how it feels to fall in love

This is how it feels to fall

The weakness, the sadness

The sirens, the madness

The pounding in your chest

Like you’re racing the streets in an ambulance

I’m watching you

I’m watching me

I’m watching us fall