When I hear your name, my stomach gets sick
Blade between the ribs whenever you're mentioned
Glimpses into how you've been
As I act disinterested in the conversation
When I see your face, my stomach gets sick
Cause I'm afraid how I'll be acting
I lost my mind a few drinks ago
Will you see me and say"There's that drunk that I know!"
Maybe we'll exchange pleasantries
But you'll look at me and feel nothing
So I get angry to hide my pain
And prove to you that I haven't changed
I prove to you that I'll always be this way
I prove to you that I'll stay the same
When I hear your voice, my stomach gets sick
You're screaming back at me"I'm glad I got out when I did!"
It's all my fault it fell apart, wasn't it?
It's all my fault it fell apart, wasn't it?