I'm even cutting the bottle's glass
To see if I can get a little more booze
I'm smoking down to the butt
To use a hundred percent of the cigarette
In a well-known little bar
With one of the biggest liars
He's already right up in your ear
Using a repertoire of weak pickup lines
Going all in to pull out a laugh
He has no clue you're just another girl mad at her ex
And he wouldn't have needed even ten percent of what he did
I'm suffering, you're going wild
My mouth on the bottle, your mouth on others
But let's see in a little over a month
I bet the scene's gonna be different
You'll be suffering, I'll be going wild
Your mouth on the bottle, my mouth on the crowd
Think how anxious I am
To hit the streets again
There's only a little more than a month left
Using a repertoire of weak pickup lines
Going all in to pull out a laugh
He has no clue you're just another girl mad at her ex
And he wouldn't have needed even ten percent of what he did
I'm suffering, you're going wild
But let's see in a little over a month
I bet the scene's gonna be different
You'll be suffering, I'll be going wild
Your mouth on the bottle, my mouth on the crowd
Think how anxious I am
To hit the streets again
There's only a little more than a month left