You always miss being drunk , until the room is spinning
you’re crying in a corner with lipstick stains and mascara tears
and you’re not sure how to get home .
That’s when you know that you fucked up and it’s going to take a while to fix this .
You see , being drunk and in love is almost the same .
Seeing things in people that aren’t there. Flying high and falling deep .
The rush ends , we wake up and wonder how it got this bad.