Stain

There's a stain on my pants, from the time you spilled your wine

But I don't think you'd remember that night

I used to blame you for the way things went, but I let us fall apart

Called me out of the blue, just to talk about yourself

But all I could hear were the songs you gave to me

An ugly face, on the album cover

When you asked for my advice

I don't think I'll ever stop thinking my friends hate me

Realization feels like shit

I really should just go to bed, but I wonder