It’s Over. We’re Through.

I’ve had enough to drink over you.
It doesn’t matter. It’s over. We’re through.
Maybe one day we’ll be in the same room.
Without reading into everything we do.

You’ll tell your friends how I did you wrong.
I’ll get  my revenge with guitar and a song.
We’ll wonder how we ever got along.
Love and hate both feel so strong.

But I don’t want to be your enemy.
And you don’t want to be friends.
And nobody thinks we should try again.

I’m invited to parties and I ask if you’re there
My friends they all tell me that I shouldn’t care
You can’t keep me from going out anywhere.
I can’t stand to see you. The truth is, I’m scared.

I’m scared of a past I’ve been drinking away
I’m scared if I see you of what I might say
I’m scared you will leave. I’m scared you will stay
I’m scared that I’ll tell you all this one day.

But I don’t want to be your enemy.
And you don’t want to be friends.
Sometimes I get drunk and think about trying again