When people ask about what happened with you my heart pounds in my chest and it feels like it might break free, But then I remember that your name has this hold on me that keeps me breathing. If I want to talk to somebody about it, I will usually just tell them about that time we were both intoxicated, You were drunk with alcohol and I was just drunk on you.I listened to the sound of your heartbeat as I pressed my ear against your chest and you wrapped your arms firmly around me,I remember thinking that this is what it felt like to be living. Every heart beat was like a shot of poison,You were my favourite choice and I guess vodka was yours. I can’t help but feel like that night we were both on the same page, I hope that at least one part of you thought that your hand in mine was how this was supposed to be forever. People act like it was my fault,That I shouldn’t have took that night so seriously, You pretend like it didn’t mean anything to you,But when you had your arms circled around my waist and my ear was pushed up against your chest,I heard your heart race too.