I tried to feel your eyes upon me from the stage, but the noise and the lights got in the way. I saw you across the room after the show, but you were talking to him and my head was still spinning down. All the hand shakers were telling me how great I was. I thought I didn’t need you anymore.
Our eyes met as I carried my guitar out the door. I tried to shout and scream with my eyes, but I know they only looked drunk, tired, and blue.
I’ll be drinking and driving all night long. If anyone needs my I’ll be stranded on the side of the road.
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