Mean To Me

Drunk brawls are almost like karaoke after midnight: loud, heartfelt, and with consequences. You seem to love, but you're also ready to throw an ashtray at someone. Here, your nose is broken, there, your pride, but you're still drawn back to where it was once good - to the smoke, the noise, and that very street where you swore to be together even on the craziest nights. And though the words spoken at the bottom of the bottle burn worse than the whisky itself, a strange, stubborn warmth remains inside. What neither arguments, nor rumours, nor other people's names can erase - because true feelings aren't afraid of dirt or hangovers.