| Ooh, it’s almost two |
| And I’m sitting here wishing that I could see you |
| That’s why I’m drinking again |
| And thinking of when you loved me |
| I’m having a few, and wishing that you were here |
| I’m making the rounds, and buying the rounds, for strangers |
| Yes, I’m being a fool, just hoping that you’ll appear |
| Sure I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a joke |
| But who’s gonna laugh, who’s gonna laugh at a broken heart |
| That’s why its better, drinking again |
| And thinking of when you left |
| Me |
| Can’t you see I’m trying to make it on home |
| And ain’t got nothing but a memory |
| Maybe I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a joke |
| But, who’s got the nerve, the nerve to laugh at my broken heart |
| That’s why it’s better drinking again |
| And thinking of when you left |
| Me |