We'll stay up late
I'll end up sleeping on the floor
The people here are nothing new

I'll see how I'm feeling...

Nah $#&@ this I'm leaving

Conversation is wearing thin
I don't even know whose house this is
I kinda wish I just stayed home

But Friday night is boring on my own

And then she makes her entrance

Stumbles defenseless through the door
Her dirty tricks hid up her sleeve
She's done this a thousand times before


You can brag you can gloat
Eat your words hope you choke

But the grass on your side doesn't seem so green
All the %#@! that you spoke
Will you sink? Will you float?

Will you hang by a rope from the old oak tree?

She's a witch

She's a mess
She's a waste of time
Damsel in distress on a steep decline

When all she wants is someone to keep her warm

Maybe I'll walk home on my own to sleep it off

And think about some things as I stumble through the dark
But the only glimpse of me in her I could see
Was in her left wing mirror staring back at me

Now you're at home I guess you're alone again
It's 5am as she stumbles to bed
Plays out thoughts in her head

Falls asleep then wakes up wishing she was
Dead and disgusted with those who she's trusted
To just be $#&@ed over and left in the dust

So she'll cling to her bottle.
And hope that tomorrow she won't sit and wallow again


She's a witch
She's a mess
She's a waste of time

Damsel in distress on a steep decline
When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
She's 21 next year but she's lost her mind

She $#&@s it up almost every time she tries
She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door