Every time I've had a little too much to drink,
Or some extra time to think.
Or some stupid, inappropriate song is playing in the background - 
I think of you.


And I shouldn't be,
Because you're gone.
I'm done, and so are you.
We've ended.


But then I have a little too much to drink,
And some extra time to think
And that stupid song refuses to stop playing
And all I can think of is you.


This has to stop,
I tell you.

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