Making Me Sick

Made to look as if written from the point of view of a friends boyfriend

With this bottle I'll forget your name,
With this joint I'll keep myself sane
I'll hide my pain
And forget the places we've stayed.


Telling everyone I'm ok
Even when I'm not
I want to tell you
But I doubt I'm even in your thoughts.


Your name is still on my speed dial
I try to call,
Pretending I've forgotten you
When I haven't at all

Counting the stars,
And passing weeks since we last talked
I know I said I didn't care,
But I know all this is my fault.


I'm sorry for what We've been through
And I'm sorry for being a dick
But trying to live without you,
Has been making me sick.