It’s 3 AM, and I’m all alone.
Wishing that you never left.
Wishing I could still call this place, home.
It’s only noon, and I’m already inebriated.
Down another shot to feel so faded.
Pass out on a bed for you and me.
Wonder who’s replacing me.
Does he kiss you, so softly, just like I did?
Does he hold you, so closely, his hands on your hips?
It never worked, not a chance between you and I.
And after so long, I still find reasons to cry.
Surrounded by these bottles, marked with sin.
I wonder what you’d say to make me grin.
“Today’s your day, let’s make it so.”
“I don’t love you anymore.”
“I think I’ll go.”
So I down another shot, to feel inebriated.
And another, and another, till I’m so faded.
Cause it’s the only time I feel appreciated.