I'm at the bottom of the bottle
I'm drunk, thinking 'bout you saying
"I don't give a f*ck"
But I miss you so much
And I wonder why we ever gave it up
Oh, I miss you, I miss you
And how I'd melt away when I would kiss you
I miss you, and I just called to say
I'm at the bottom of the bottle
I'm getting drunk on a Thursday night
It's been a while since I felt alright
I don't suppose that you'll call tonight
I know you hate me still but
I'm at the bar where we used to hide from
All our friends that you didn't like
I hope I see you walking in tonight
I know you hate me still
But maybe we could make up
And we could make love
And we could shake all of it off
Oh, just maybe you could pick up
Just talk to me love
I know you've got some shit to say so pick it up
(Hi Andrew)
I'm at the bottom of the bottle
I'm drunk, thinking 'bout you saying
"I don't give a f*ck"
But I miss you so much
And I wonder why we ever gave it up
Oh, I miss you, I miss you
And how I'd melt away when I would kiss you
I miss you, and I just called to say
I'm at the bottom of the bottle
I've been thinking you could slide on a weekend
To the crib couple nights on a weekend
Smooth talk ya back to the deep end
Flowers in a vase when you wake for no reason
I got it, I got it, just trust me I got it
I won't f*ck it up like I did when I lost it
Won't drop the ball when I make you a promise
I promise, just pick up the phone when I call it
I'm at the bottom of the bottle
I'm drunk, thinking 'bout you saying
"I don't give a f*ck"
But I miss you so much
And I wonder why we ever gave it up
Oh, I miss you, I miss you
And how I'd melt away when I would kiss you
I miss you, and I just called to say
I'm at the bottom of the bottle
Maybe we could make up
And we could make love
And we could shake all of it off
Oh, just maybe you could pick up
Just talk to me love
I know you've got some shit to say so pick it up
(Hello?)
On a weekend