On The Bottle

You stumble in at 2am, whiskey on your breath
Saying that you miss me, but only when you're half fed
I'm tired of being your late-night regret
You only want me when you're drowning in a sea of red

You say you love me when you're on that bottle
But come the morning, you'll just hit the throttle
I'm not a shot of tequila you can pour down fast
I won't be your regret when the night doesn't last

You call me up when the party's over
Your words slurred, saying you need closure
But I don't need your drunk dial lies
I'm not your answer when reality dies

You say you love me when you're on that bottle
But come the morning, you'll just hit the throttle
I'm not a shot of tequila you can pour down fast
I won't be your regret when the night doesn't last

I'm no longer waiting for your intoxicated calls
I'm not your backup plan when the night falls
I deserve more than your drunken words
I won't be your blurred vision in a world that hurts

So save your "I miss you" for someone new
I won't be your midnight muse, that much is true
You only want me when you're drunk on your own pain
But I won't be your shelter in a hurricane.