My Problem

My problem
Is that we keep going
A bit sober
I don't want to be sober
I don't want to be drunk
I wanna be in the middle
I don't wanna get crunk crunk crunk crunk crunk
Justin knows how I feel
He knows all the time
He deals with things
Day out day in day out day in day out
I don't know what to say to him
He talks to me in a rhyme
I smile when I look at him
I'm confused all the time time time time
My lips touched this mic