Your Fault

Through bloodshot eyes, the morning seems To be a nightmare, rather than dream. Though the sky is bright and ever blue I will always see it as gray, because of you. My night of last, was with all my friends; My bottle buddies, means to an end. When Johnnie came along, walking with Jim, Jose and Jack made me jump in for a swim. When I dried off, where I am right now I realized your effect is lasting somehow. No more of these friends, do I really need But since you have left, it is me that they bleed. So, take it to heart when I write you these words This is your entire fault, though it sounds quite absurd.