Dear Drunk Me

Chad Brownlee

Composición de: Thomas Salter/Gordie Sampson/Erik Dylan
Dear Drunk Me
I betcha sittin' on a high back, runnin' up a good time
Thinkin' them two-for-one shots ain't kickin' in
Dear Drunk Me
I betcha chalkin' up a cue and it's goin' down smooth

First time she hadn't crossed ya mind
God knows when
It feels pretty good for a minute
But that won't last long, will it?

You'll be thinkin' 'bout her if I know you
But man, whatever ya do, don't

Pick up that phone and call her up
Thinkin' that it ain't over
You'll just regret everything ya
Don't remember when you wake up sober

Can't go back to the way it was
Don't go messin' up a good buzz
Chasin' around her memory
Like you always do when you're drunk, me
Drunk, me

Dear Drunk Me
When you're feedin' that jukebox, stick to the rock
Stay away from the Donnie Ray songs in three-four time
Yeah, you gotta trust me

'Cause I know when the lights get low
Ya gonna wanna
Pick up that phone and call her up
Thinkin' that it ain't over

You'll just regret everything ya
Don't remember when you wake up sober
Can't go back to the way it was
Don't go messin' up a good buzz

Chasin' around her memory
Like you always do when you're drunk, me

You came here tonight to forget her
But man, I know you better, so don't

Pick up that phone and call her up
Thinkin' that it ain't over
You'll just regret everything ya
Don't remember when you wake up sober

Can't go back to the way it was
Don't go messin' up a good buzz
Chasin' around her memory
Like you always do when you're drunk, me

Drunk, me
Oh, when you're drunk, me
Drunk, me
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