A Glass of Regrets

How do you separate dream from reality, When both seem so real to me. Unable to remember, unable to forget, You are consuming my every thought. Down a shot, pass me another, Skull down a glass of regrets. Was it really just a moment of lust, Not a temporary understanding between us? Its your name that sits upon my lips, When I close my eyes all I think of is your kiss. Down a shot, pass me another, Skull down a glass of regrets. I am infatuated by this drunken memory of you, When you fall asleep do I haunt your dreams too? Down a shot, pass me another, Skull down a glass of regrets.