We're talking early Sunday. You're standing last
Another bottlecap just hit the ground
You're almost falling over
Around the corner lies the one that now just makes your heart hurt
You're feeling all alone
Can't talk to anyone, you need to ride it out
Feel like there's nothing left, like they just took your best..
The air is thicker, maybe
It doesn't help you smoked so much your lungs have had enough
You know you're almost broken and at this point
It's not "I want you back" but "could i go with"
So sick of left behind. Too empty now to try
You've got to ride it out
If they would have just called we could have had it all...