You were drunk; I was just sad. We laid on the ground for a minute to look at the stars before deciding it was too hard.

sometimes, when I'm listening to a song you introduced me to or talking about politics, I think back to that night. I messed up. And I'm sorry for that. For you, I think. But at the end of the day, you're there and I'm here and I'm not sure if anything even mattered to you and I can't do anything about it anymore.