Leaving New Brunswick - For Science

Skies are grey today

Why couldn’t you have stayed just a couple minutes longer?

Whiskey eyes, whiskey lips, a flower tattooed on her wrist

She’s probably gonna kill me

Who knows, maybe I’ll die drinking

So you don’t have to worry about me

And if I don’t I’ll have another drink

'til you’re gone from my memory

Things are all fucked up today

I don’t why I had to say that I thought it was getting better

It’s like sometimes I feel alone, even when you’re in my room

Why can’t you come a little closer?

Words from an alcohol soaked heart, in my mouth all fall apart

Now it’s only beating faster

The smell of vodka on her breath, I almost drank myself to death

I should have drank a little harder