Another night on town, I’ll find own my way home.
I tried so hard, so could why she never even care?
I guess it don’t matter, damn goddit where’s my phone?
I really shouldn’t use it but so what? I'm jus' impaired...
“Well ring-a-ding-a-ling, guess who’s here?
Yes, baby, I understand what time it is…
But I just gotta say something and…can you hear?
I just wanted know to if you even friggin’ miss…
No, baby, I’m not even drunk to close…
Yeah, well fuckin ‘bye’ to you too I guess…”
It’s that shit I hate the most.
She won’t even talk when I’m tryin’ my best.
Oh well, just another walk home.
Drunker than shit…damn goddit where’s my phone?