There are some things I need to tell you
Yes, I know you don't want to listen
But I'm tired of being used and I'm angry
Because I try to explain and you don't hear me
I can hear the rain pounding on the windowpanes and
I can hear the wind outside screaming at me or
is that you, but not really you --
It's the alcohol, your alcohol, not you, dear god . . .
When I was a little girl I always knew this existed
But not for me, no; I never thought I would live in hell
How did I get here; why did I let you pull me here?
You bastard, we drowned in the drinks you took
And the rain is battering me, bruising my skin or
is that you, but not really you --
It's the alcohol, your alcohol, not you, dear god . . .
How did I get here?
I watch you now, unmoving on the floor
Will you remember what I said?
Because I want to leave and I don't know how
I don't know much of anything anymore
You took one drink too many, a few drinks too many
I tried to talk to you but it was too late
'Cause even when your eyes are open, you're not really you;
you haven't been you for--
I can't remember; the memory's gone
Everything's gone, and I am alone and
I feel dirty and you
You have done this to me
