Is it my imagination?

Is it something that I'm taking?

All the smiles that I'm faking

"Everything is great

Everything is fucking great"

Going out every weekend

Staring at the stars on the ceiling

Hollywood friends, got to see them

Such a good time

I believe it this time.

Tuesday night

Glazed over eyes

Just one more pint or five

Does it even matter anyway?

We're dancing on tables

And I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing 'til last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing, but there's something wrong

And it hits me when the lights go on

Shit, maybe I miss you.

Just like that and I'm sober

I'm asking myself, "Is it over?"

Maybe I was lying when I told you

"Everything is great

Everything is fucking great"

And all of these thoughts and the feelings

Cheers to that if you don't need them

I've been checking my phone all evening

Such a good time

I believe it this time.

Tuesday night

Glazed over eyes

Just one more pint or five

Does it even matter anyway?

We're dancing on tables

And I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing 'til last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing, but there's something wrong

And it hits me when the lights go on

Shit, maybe I miss you.

Now I'm asking my friends, how to say "I'm sorry"

They say "lad, give it time, there's no need to worry"

And we can't even be on the phone now

And I can't even be with you alone now

Oh how, shit changes

We were in love, now we're strangers

When I feel it coming up I just throw it all away

Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway.

We're dancing on tables

And I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing 'til last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing, but there's something wrong

And it hits me when the lights go on

We're dancing on tables

And I'm off my face

With all of my people

And it couldn't get better they say

We're singing 'til last call

And it's all out of tune

Should be laughing, but there's something wrong

And it hits me when the lights go on

Shit, maybe I'll miss you.