4 and half years and I am still not over it

I was half-drunk walking you to bed
I was older than you but I was younger then
I was never gonna listen how you wanted it
But I wanted to so bad.

I was learning what addiction is
We didn't know what we were doing then
For something that was shorter than a shot glass
But still sticks to my poems and palms.

And I need you morе 

and more
'Cause I feel you less 

and less.