staring at the bottom of another glass
wishing there was someone here to talk to
but they got better things to do

than to hear about the %#@! i didn't do today

she came walking back through that door

makes me wonder why it had to be today
but she's got better things to do
than think about %#@! that happened years ago


i'd like to tear the thoughts from my head
light a fuse and blow 'em all to hell

cause this time i might not make it back
it's bottoms up to the last rebel without a cause