Drunk People Are Always So Honest

Remember that one night,
Meant to be entertaining
When your best friend was drunk
Not knowing what she was saying.
Sitting behind a car, acting alive
Taking shots of you together
While complaining about life.
She turned my direction,
Now wanting to speak
Of some particular thing
Involving yourself and me.

She begins by saying
"You look nothing like her type"
She continues to argue with me
Drunk, you stick by her side.
"You should leave her alone
Her love's already taken.
Spending time with her
Would be a mistake you're making"

Nope, she didn't know of you
Didn't know what you had in mind
But of course, I took the guilt
After all, she was right.
I gave up a royal throne
The kind of appreciation and fantasy
To live a night of memories
With you there with me, temporarily.

Later on alone, you tried to console me
I looked at you in the eyes and said it's unnecessary.
Before, I thought that I could prove her wrong
But now I know that she was honest
And you were always gone.