Why have you said it for the hundredth time?
Put down that bottle, your drunk again.
Like you always are when you tell me this.
But I wasn’t drunk like last time, or the time before that.
I’m not going to accept that alcohol is the excuse.
The one you give me last time, or the time before that.
Last time you told me this I was more gone then you.
You could of named it and I would of done it for you.
I guess it was my excuse too, I wanted it just as much as you.
You, you, you. Even though it was just as much me.
But this time it didn’t happen. I was strong enough.
Yet what about the future?
I just hope you remember that next time.
I don’t love you either.
