I just wanna drink until I don’t have to think
And then cry until it hurts too much to blink
You profess your love and I confess my hate
You predicted the end and I set the date
Your heart is always the root of your problems
Meaning you’ll be blaming me most of them
Meaning your friends told you not believe everything I say
And judge you for even giving me the time of day
Paint me the devil and color me your hell
Only write the story your hurt wants to tell
I won’t try to discredit it or bother to deny
I won’t tell anyone you force most of the tears you cry