She told me to pick her up at eight
She told me to keep her out till late
I don’t know why I made the mistake
Of telling her that you still keep me awake
I rallied my army of cups
And the good man gave me all the good stuff
She called the cab when they said I’d had enough
But I found myself alone when the car pulled up

Got up this morning
With a new headache
And an old heartache
I just can’t cure myself of you
A one sided conversation
And half a cigarette
Hungover and hung up on you again

I took two Percocet with three glasses on wine
And something a little stronger at ten to five
Now there’s nothing left in this belly of mine
But sweet regret to kill all the time
And that number on a napkin without a name
How can it look so hopeful
And helpless at the same time?
I don’t think anyone would blame me if I
Hung up with absolutely nothing to say