Yearbook

After four drinks, I don't remember December

I don't remember Union Street 

All I recall is the day you cried for me to come back home

To never return to his arms again 

And to be yours, and yours alone 

Now, four drinks is what it takes to get me through the day 

While your off and away with your friends 

And when I say friends 

I mean it ever so softly 

I hope you'll realize the manipulating and the lies end here 

The man who stood before me in January is nothing, but an image on the refrigerator 

And as I almost fell to the concrete 

I wondered if you would ever come back home

As my friend yells, " Maybe he'll come, if you end up in the Emergency"

But i never called 

And you never came home 

And all your songs are fading 

And the basement shows are ending

And your voice sounds so angry 

I just hope you''ll call onto me like you did in December

I just wish I remember it