Because alcohol tastes better than tears.
I can’t think of anything but nights with you.
If she’s too good for you, my god, don’t leave her. Make an effort to be good enough instead.
I was 17 when I wrote that,” she reminds me. “That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realise no one takes someone from you if they don’t want to leave.