Drinking Buddies (An Exorcism of Self-Inflated Friendships)

Pack up this night, the ship has sunk Convinced that it's okay to drive home drunk Call it shitty judgment but it's called a good decision When it doesn't involve anyone else's opinion It's easy to assume that we have made some deep connection And it's difficult to know it is a real affection So why do I invite myself To other people's lives and assume that we have tales to tell So get fucked I don't care about you anymore I'm sick and tired of all these stories That I've heard so many times before We're just drinking buddies Nothing that binds us, no shared tragedy Nothing but static offered the very next day But I've put too much stock in this and now hear my confession That despite this awareness I don't seem to learn this lesson Cause I've spent wrongly assuming to know me was a privilege When all this time I knew better and I just didn't listen So why do I inflate all these interactions When there's no substance or even small reasons for me to act on So get fucked I don't care about you anymore I'm sick and tired of all these stories That I've heard so many times before We're just drinking buddies