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