3.The One With David
I'm not drinking tonight; but I still feel queasy. I'm sure as
hell deserving, after everything I did to you. So what the hell
am I still doing in your room？ 'It's not me, it's you.' Have we
changed？ Considering things, I still feel the same. Stumbling at
this rate, I'll never change. I swear that I tried, but this
time was a goodbye. I've been avoiding places that I know you've
been and spending time with good friends. I still remember last
December, so what the Hell am I still doing in your room？ 'It's
not me, it's you.' If I'm thinking about you, it's not because I
want to. If I'm talking to you, I don't want to.
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