Mr. Hippster - Drunk Thoughts in the Parking Lot Lyrics

Baby? I'm sorry
I didn't mean to get this drunk
But, you know how it goes
Once you start you don't wanna stop
People never wanna party
After they've found somebody
But you know I still wanna be out there
Tryna rock this body
I want the girl who's trying to have a dance off in the lobby
And I can't even remember her name
So tonight, I guess; I'll just call her barbie
Then maybe she'll call me Ken
Then maybe all my insecurities won't be
Clouding my head again

But forget that
Let me show you how I really got this bad
My mind feels mad
Hopefully after all of this it'll be just a little bit clearer
I'm writing another song with my finger on the trigger
As I'm staring at the mirror

Do these words always have to come
From a place of pain and misery
For you to understand
What it is you really did to me?
Well, I guess; if that's what it takes
I'm gonna be honest... I've made a few mistakes
Okay, maybe it's been more than a few
And as I sit hear admiring this view
Bottle in my hand, marijuana in my brain
I can't help but to wonder, when did I go insane?

Well, it's official
I've lost my f*cking mind
I'm dealing with these monsters
Like I'm a f*cking mobster
But I'd rather live life like a rockstar
All the time
Why does everything I say
Have to be a rhyme
Why does life have to feel like
A f*cking crime
Time is just a concept made up by mankind
If nightmares are dreams too then
This reality thing has become something too real
Forcing you to escape just so you think you can feel?
Another bump
Another cut
Another line
Bitch, I'm just fine
Another verse, you know this hurts
I think I might be cursed
I destroy everyone that gets close to me
And only time will tell
But I hope you never have to see
The lowest points I could ever possibly be
Trapped inside a head just looking to escape
I just need some f*cking space
Now I'm standing here
Drunk as f*ck
In this Parking lot
Trying to control these dark thoughts
They're all I got ever since
You stopped calling me and you us
Now I'm sick of writing love songs
So once again I gotta ask myself

Do these words always have to come
From a place of pain and misery
For you to understand
What it is you really did to me?
Well, I guess; if that's what it takes
I'm gonna be honest... I've made a few mistakes
Okay, maybe it's been more than a few and
As I sit hear admiring this view
Bottle in my hand, marijuana in my brain
I can't help but to wonder...
Maybe I should try these love songs out again...

I told them it's been a bad week
For the third week in a row
I thought of suicide again
But they all said don't you go
Now times are tough and things are hard
But I just wanna know, why'd you have to go?
My heart was full of love
But my head wanted me dead
I sold the car
I sold the drugs and everything I owned
But in the end you still ran
I just wanted you to see
How much I've grown
How wonderful it would be
Just you and me on our own
Against the whole world
But it still wasn't enough
I was never enough for her
I've gone through so many changes lately
Too bad you still haven't heard from me
Now you're saying that you don't need me?
But, I thought you were telling your therapist
Something different last week
I guess if that lets you sleep with ease
Thanks for all the heartbreaks and memories
You know I've experienced so much, and I'm only twenty
Who knows whats left for me
What's part of my destiny
This quest I'm taking
I just wanted you there with me
But you wanted to leave
I could always make you smile
I could always make you laugh
I did everything I could to help you reconcile with your past
I just wanted to build a brighter future with you
Now, I can't seem to sleep
I can't seem to dream
These restless nights have stuck with me
What am I supposed to do when all these nightmares
Feel like reality
Maybe after a few drinks
These dreams will cease
Maybe if I stop thinking I wouldn't have these feelings
Or maybe after a smoke
My life won't seem like such a joke

Do these words always have to come
From a place of pain and misery
For you to understand
What it is you really did to me?
Well, I guess; if that's what it takes
(Well, I guess; if that's what it takes)
Well, I guess; if that's what it takes