Compositor: Matt Zem
I Don't think this drink in my hand
Can help me forget about you
Cause it's been a month
And day after day I feel more alone
I Made a playlist with your name
I think it just brings back the pain
But that's what I want... Now
I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
Drunk in this room that was heaven
And now feels like hell, I don't
I don't understand my feelings
I don't understand myself
But I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
I Made a playlist with your name
I think it just brings back the pain
But that's what I want... Now
I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
Drunk in this room that was heaven
And now feels like hell, I don't
I don't understand my feelings
I don't understand myself
But I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
You said: It's not fair to bring back the promise we made
With that said, I think it's not fair to ignore all the feelings
I just can't pretend I'm okay
I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
Drunk in this room that was heaven
And now feels like hell, I don't
I don't understand my feelings
I don't understand myself
But I'm standing here drinking thinking about
All the mess I've done
Hm