| I miss you so much, damn ! |
| But I gotta be a man
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| I wanna call you up, forget these girls up in my truck
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| It’s easy to pretend that this is who I am
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| Go out and get fucked up cause' I don’t want to think too much
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| Well everyone changes, some of them good -- some bad
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| We make our mistakes and hope we can take them back
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| We’re all trying to make it, why can’t you understand
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| That life is what happens when you’re making other plans
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| As I sit back stare at the glass in my hand
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| I’m drinking Jameson, by myself
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| Thinking about what we could have had
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| Because nothing else seems to help
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| Everything just makes me sad
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| You don’t give a shhh… I knew it all along
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| Thinkin' if I fuck that you can try to use me up
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| No matter who I’m with, I’m sitting all alone
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| A bottle and a cup I’m calling everybody’s bluff
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| Turning these pages on all of the stages of life
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| You know I can fake it as long as they payin' me right
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| As I sit and stare at the glass in my hand
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| There’s nothing wrong with drinking alone
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| Don’t feel like going out -- just want to stay home |