Deprived.

Let's just act like it's not true Pretending we're deprived Just don't stop doing what it is you do It's keeping me alive && when it's dark and all i can see Are your eyes looking back at me I can't help but want to be Back in time Cheap white wine Speaking sober hearts With drunken minds Bedroom floors Locking doors I can't help but Want some more But It hurts to walk into this room && glance at the middle of the floor It has irony written all over it So reading it hurts me more Because I may not jump at the chance To see you or give you a call But I try my hardest to keep it inside And later on, regret it all