bulletproof.

drunken nights, where its not that i miss you..
but i forget that your not in my life anymore.
we stopped talking for a reason, the only time we condone conversations is when you think you can have me there laying on my back again..
i made the mistake of calling you again this weekend, not thinking straight..
wine, vodka, beer, can have a girl forgetting her pain, but i caused it all to come rushing back with then 46 second call.

going along these lines;
why, you owe me, what time, make it snappy, what do you want to do, i want you to drop me home, call me when you get here, bye.

totally forgetting that we stopped talking for a reason, your a douche when you don't get what you want, and you also live in a dream world where you think you can have me again.
the sad part of this all is that i once thought we we're better than all of this, but of course i was wrong, sorry babes but I'm over and i learned from my mistakes.

this time baby i will be bulletproof.