So I’ll fall for another old and unwanted drunk dial of yours. I’ll tiptoe up the stairs to your bedroom and lose myself in your arms all over again. You’ll pour me a few drinks and we’ll cheer to the future of us. Love will spill out of your mouth, but only enough to last through the night. I’ll accept an offer to a cigarette as we talk about life, the good and bad on your bedroom floor. You’ll run your fingers through my hair and we’ll find ourselves half naked a few kisses later. So yes, I’ll gladly fall for another old and unwanted drunk dial, just as long as it feels to be wanted by you.