Saturday morning I wake up in my chair
I peel the contacts off my eyes
I wonder where you were last night
Then I throw a comb through my hair
I check to see if you're alright
And take a deep breath and think about our lives
I hate the way you live your life like you're the king
And every Friday night it's the same old thing
You sit around getting wasted at the bar
I'm tired of delivering the lame excuses
To all our friends and family when the simple truth is
You don't even know who you are
You'll have to choose between
The bottle and my heart
Mid-afternoon and you're still out cold
Cheap beer and whiskey on your breath
And what looks like lipstick on your neck
This weekend tradition is getting old
How did I get stuck in this boat
And how is love supposed to keep us both afloat
Oh
I hate the way you live your life like you're the king
And every Friday night it's the same old thing
You lose your inhibitions at the bar
I'm tired of delivering the lame excuses
To all our friends and family when the simple truth is
You don't even know who you are
Still you can't choose between
The bottle and my heart
When I look at you
I no longer see my man
I know I said I do
But I don't think I can
God only knows how you're still asleep
The man you used to be is lost
I packed the memories in one box
And I think that's all I'm going to keep
And there beside you on our bed
I left a note for you and this is what it said
I hate the way you live your life like you're the king
And every Friday night it's the same old thing
You drink away your paycheck at the bar
And I am through delivering the lame excuses
Now everyone will understand the simple truth is
You don't even know who you are
And I'm going to leave this all behind
You had all day to make up your mind
And you can't have both
The bottle and my heart