Drunk

And I like to think if I were drunk in a room of everyone I've ever loved, that I would still fall into your arms. That even though I can't see nor walk straight, somehow I'd stumble into your arms and you'd carry me home. But life doesn't work that way and I fuck myself over. So maybe if I was in a room of everyone I've ever loved, maybe I wouldn't go to you. Maybe I'd go to the asshole who ignored me for a week before dumping me for another girl. Maybe it'd be the guy who was sent to prison, We settle for the love we think we deserve and maybe that's why I wouldn't end up in your arms if I were drunk in a room of everyone I've ever loved.