Drunk Calls Lyrics

I'm sorry for calling over and over, asking where you are.

I'm sorry for being such a mess.

A hundred missed calls after that last drink,

When I carelessly dialed your number.

I'm still not used to being alone,

It's been this way since the day you left.

It's been a long time since we broke up,

But for me, it feels like yesterday—

As if we never ended.

You don't have to pick up when I'm drunk and call you.

You don't need to open or read those messages.

Every word I sent was something I shouldn't have said—

Telling you I miss you,

Hoping we could go back to how we were,

Wishing we could start over again.

I'm sorry for reaching out.

We're over, and I need to accept it.

There needs to be distance because I'm just your past.

I'm lucky enough that you haven't erased me.

There's one thing I need to remember—

Not to bother you, no matter how lonely I get.

I have to hold on and get through this.

I'm still not used to being alone,

It's been this way since the day you left.

It's been a long time since we broke up,

But for me, it feels like yesterday—

As if we never ended.

You don't have to pick up when I'm drunk and call you.

You don't need to open or read those messages.

Every word I sent was something I shouldn't have said—

Telling you I miss you,

Hoping we could go back to how we were,

Wishing we could start over again.

I'm sorry for reaching out.

We're over, and I need to accept it.

You've moved on so far ahead,

While I'm still stuck here, never thinking of starting again.

Too weak to realize

How foolish my actions have been.

We've ended, but I've never forgotten you.

We've ended, but I've never let you go—not once.

You don't have to pick up when I'm drunk and call you.

You don't need to open or read those messages.

Every word I sent was something I shouldn't have said—

Telling you I miss you,

Hoping we could go back to how we were,

Wishing we could start over again.

I'm sorry for reaching out.

We're over, and I need to accept it.

You don't have to pick up when I'm drunk and call you.

You don't need to open or read those messages.

Every word I sent was something I shouldn't have said—

Telling you I miss you,

Hoping we could go back to how we were,

Wishing we could start over again.

I'm sorry for reaching out.

We're over, and I need to accept it.