Set the scene. I'm eighteen and on the far edge of heartache. You're twenty and don't really want to be here tonight. But then our paths cross at the keg- liquor is such an integral facet of young love.
But my God. You were breathtaking, and I find myself unwilling to drag my eyes from your green ones. Even though you're drunk, and I'm drunk, and my kind-of boyfriend is here, and your friends are ready to go, you stayed. In fact, you stayed for twenty four hours.
And it took two and a half years for me to finally loosen my grip.
I tried to make a list. A list to make me hate you. There was every single bad thing you ever did to me from skipping my 19th birthday to breaking up with me two days before Christmas, to cheating on me, to getting so drunk and badmouthing me every chance you got.
And guess what. I don't hate you. Nothing could make me hate you.
I only wish, wish SO fucking hard, that you had loved me just the tiniest bit more than you loved bartending.
But here I am and I can't seem to see straight
But I'm too numb to feel right now
And here I am watching the clock that's ticking away my time
I'm too numb to feel right now
But just tonight I won't leave.
And I will lie, and you will believe.
Just tonight, I will see, it's all because of me.
Just tonight I will stay
And we’ll throw it all away
When the light hits your eyes
It’s telling me I’m right
And if I, I am through
It’s all because of you
- you screwed yourself, kiss kiss bitch.