At The Bar

Came home drunk

Look at me I don't exist

A house no home

Are you here when will you leave me

So I can live the live that I was meant to

You always asked

How could I be such a waste

Thats alright

I'll be at the bar like I always am

Thinking of you

And how much better it is to be here

With my friends

The assholes the drunks and the whores just like myself

I'm at the bar

There ain't a god damn thing you're gonna do about it now

Forget this day

Like I have so many others

Talked too much

Only hear the same thing bitching everyday

I die inside a little bit and all the time

I only need a cold drink waiting