I would cry
But my emotions
Have run dry
Pour me a drink
Make a really hard rye
I don't want to remember
A shot followed by a sigh
Looking back on it
How many times did I die?
Before I found myself
She found another guy
Leaving me alone
High and dry
And got no where to go
She flips me off for a good bye
What's next?
Get a piece of pie
