LYRICS GAME

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

Meanwhile

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

My mouth on the bottle

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