Came home drunk Look at me I don't exist A house no home Are you here when will you leave me So I can live the live that I was meant to You always asked How could I be such a waste
Thats alright I'll be at the bar like I always am Thinking of you And how much better it is to be here With my friends The assholes the drunks and the whores just like myself I'm at the bar There ain't a god damn thing you're gonna do about it now
Forget this day Like I have so many others Talked too much Only hear the same thing bitching everyday I die inside a little bit and all the time I only need a cold drink waiting
