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Last call was two hours ago and I've been home for four
It doesn't bother me, I've learned to sleep with the light
Still coming through the crack in the door
I wanna know, in between glances at the time on your phone
Will you look up just one more time in my eyes before you have to go?
I already know where you wanna be
It's got a whole lot more liquor and a whole lot less of me
'Cause I'm reading your intentions off of the whites of your eyes
You know that they get whiter every time you start to tell a lie
I wanna know, why do you bother even coming back home?
Maybe it's 'cause you hate drinking alone
And your absence says that and your utter lack of abstinence is driving me crazy
But it hasn't been long enough to justify
Reading your intentions off of the whites of your eyes
You know that they get whiter every time you start to tell a lie
I know you're not coming home
'Cause you're halfway past, halfway gone