Social Drinker

You had a trumpet until you lost it
 You thought that music would make you whole
 But it only made you feel more alone
 And you didn't even lose it
 You left it on the train, Southwest
 Probably never be seen again
 But you won't tell your parents that
 'Cause you know that they only meant well
 They thought that music could be the distraction
 To keep you from damaging yourself anymore
 Now there's new cigarettes on your counter
 I thought you said you were cutting back
 The tragedy is that it started
 Because you don't know what to do with your hands
 When they're not intertwined, or holding onto someone else
 But now you're with me, now you're with me
 The smoke on your breath graced the neck of the bottle
 The story is complicated, it's too hard to follow
 You'd much rather be with lukewarm pink moscato
 Than the nice beers that your friends bought
 'Cause when you get drunk, it's not to have fun
 When you give up, it's not cause you're in love
 It's not cause you're in love, it's not
 'Cause when you get drunk, it's not to have fun
 When you give up, it's not cause you're in love
 It's not cause you're in love
 'Cause when you get drunk, it's not to have fun
 'Cause you when you give up, it's not cause you're in love
 It's not cause you're in love, it's not
 'Cause when you