INSIDE I DIE

Hey, I'm going to the movies with the girls Friday

Maybe we should take a break that was the prior Monday

Bottle after bottle of cheap supermarket alcohol

I text and call over and over but no answer at all

It's 3 A.M. before your silhoutte fills the bedroom door

I pretended to be asleep you knew I was faking for sure

It's been four years since "I love you's" and shacking up

Here we are at the cross road but I dont wanna break up

I guess you stated your position when you went and layed on the couch

No glimmer of hope, cigarettes and alcoholism is what my life's about

Less than a week later I'm living on my own

Fast forward the clock to this year

Why did I ever come back home?