Letras
You call your friends, I'm drunk with mine
I'm off a fifth, you're off the wine
I've heard this story before, damn near wrote every line
"Hey, Lisa, wish you were mine," same mission, different night
You'll call me up, we'll ring around the rosé, filling up your cup
You'll tell me how you want me more than anyone
How you ain't that drunk, how if I knew better, we would be in love
Girl, it sounds like that bottle's getting to you
And that lonely's doing what it does best
Oh, baby, yeah, it sounds like you finally figured out
That only I can fill that hole in your chest
And I know I shouldn't want you like I do
Let this liquor spill that truth
While I'm laying next to you in my bed, I shouldn't let you
But it sounds like you're coming over again
You're coming over again
So we dim the lights 'til that morning comes
And them same regrets start creeping in just like the sun
So we call it off for a couple nights
'Cause the last time was the last time 'til
It sounds like that bottle's getting to you
And that lonely's doing what it does best
Oh, baby, yeah, it sounds like you finally figured out
That only I can fill that hole in your chest
And I know I shouldn't want you like I do
Let this liquor spill that truth
While I'm laying next to you in my bed, I shouldn't let you
But it sounds like you're coming over again
You're coming over again