Tipsy
Your bed is so comfortable
Much better than my own but I gotta go
Okay I'll take a coffee but it's to go
Cos I don't like to stay
But when my drunk ass stumbles home
And I fumble for my phone
Always call because I know
You'll pick up
And I know you don't approve
You tell me weekdays aren't for booze
But I don't remember ever asking you
I never lie
Even when I'm tipsy
I don't need a sip to tell me
Who I'm going home to
I never lie
Even when I'm drinking
Ask me in the morning
No regretting that I kissed you
Never opened my heart to love
It's foreign and I don't want to fuck this up
I still care for you
Don't need a title to
Can we just stick to what we do
How my drunk ass stumbles home
And I fumble for my phone
How I call you cos I know
You'll pick up
And maybe possibly one day
I'll wake up and wanna stay
if it isn't too late
I never lie
Even when I'm tipsy
I don't need a sip to tell me
Who I'm going home to
I never lie
Even when I'm drinking
Ask me in the morning
No regretting that I kissed you
Writer/s: Alliyah Fareo, Cyrus Villanueva
