This is the third night. That I sat in this chair.
Drank enough to forget about everything.
And she gave me a reason to break so when you’re out.
Tonight smile because I’m drinking alone.
So much for hopes and wishes.
We’ve got a problem but you don’t.
Know the right way around it.
So honor your goodbyes and go.
You’re just a messed up kid.
Why’d you have to fall so big.
Cupid’s got her bullets in his backpack. And he’s looking for a kill.
An eight point unexpecting gentleman with sincerity to spare.
And he gave me a reason for jealousy and I’m.
Afraid of where she’s sleeping tonight.
And you left me hanging by a thread.
And the thought of you puts me to bed.
But it’s not the kind that you dream of.
It’s the kind that makes you scream.