The Drinking Eye

It doesn’t matter how hard you try to deny
What I can see clearly with my drinking eye
You know I never stop until I see you cry
Make you insist through snot and tears that you’d never lie
Now my friday nights have many uses
— I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses
It doesn’t need a weapon or even much motivation
Just a bit of beer spilt on my playstation
It makes me sure I’ve seen him try it on a few times
Before as I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door
You might’ve shared a school or a street
You might’ve known him for years
— it makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears