Still Drunk - Butch Walker

«It's my way or the subway.», the taxi driver said

But I had a king’s hangover the size of an elephant’s head

«…so you can either spend your 30 bucks

Or be here left for dead.»

The light turned red

I hadn’t seen her face since the Internet became a thing

I used to write her dirty letters

Sometimes she’d write back to me

We had sex on a brick wall of the public library

For all to see

In 93

And I’m not still drunk

I can say it with a straight face

That I still find love

On a TV in a dark place

And I know it’ll come

That feeling back to me

But until it does forgetting you is only a memory

Well she’s drinking less and smoking more

Looks good for her age

But I can tell there’s been some sad times

From the hard lines on her face

And just the way she said «I'll get the check»

I could tell she wasn’t used to that

And I fall victim to these serpentines

Their writhing bodies break my knees

I let them do just what they please

With me, it’s hard to fight

I swear upon my daddy’s grave

I can get it right

I still drive up and down the coast and people watch

Every now and again

See the backs of couple’s heads as they face the water

For the love they just fell in

Or the love one just fell out of

Brother I know where you’ve been

Where have I been?

Cause I’m still drunk

But I can say it with a straight face

That I still find love

Even with these lines on my face

And I know it’ll come

That feeling back to me

But until it does forgetting you is only a memory

Is only a memory

Only a memory