That we drunks speak only truths
People say so and who knows if that is true
What I swear is every time I'm drinking
I feel an urge to look for you and I only think about seeing you
When I'm sober I barely remember you
I don't know where you live, much less that I love you
I see you on the street and I pretend not to notice
And later, drunk, I search for you desperately
I chug a can and I kind of spot you
I finish a six-pack, I start to miss you a little
With twelve down, I love you and I need you
With eighteen in me I'm heading straight to your house
I'm drunk, the band is on the way
Already wasted, serenades amid shouts
Barely tipsy, I dare to confess to you
That for you I feel a drunkard's love
I chug a can and I kind of spot you
I finish a six-pack and I start to miss you a little
With twelve down, I love you and I need you
With eighteen in me I'm heading straight to your house
I'm drunk, the band is on the way
Already wasted, serenades amid shouts
Barely tipsy I dare to confess to you
That for you I feel a drunkard's love
I chug a can and I kind of spot you
I finish a six-pack I start to miss you a little
With twelve down, I love you and I need you
With eighteen in me I'm heading straight to your house
I'm drunk, the band is on the way
Being wasted, serenades amid shouts
Barely tipsy I dare to confess to you
That for you I feel a drunkard's love