I don't remember when the liquor started kicking in

It's been awhile since I've been off the stuff.

I really hate to say I'm turning into a cliche

I'm hoping that nobody brings it up.

I left my car behind the bar again last sunday night

I did the monday morning drive of shame.

In last nights clothes they smell like smoke

But I don't know how I got home

But I do know my head will hurt all day.

But I'm still going to stay too late

And be the girl bartenders hate

The one that doesn't need another one

When the romeo's and juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes

The last kiss in the parking lot is done

I'll be sitting here alone

When the ugly lights come on.

Well everybody's got a spark

It's easy hiding in the dark

In a crowded room with pockets full of rings.

I sit and watch the whiskey pour

The married men, the exit door

The beginning of another matchbook flame.

And I don't try to justify the reason I'm not livin' right

I wear my sadness like a souvenir.

I drink too much to fall apart

That's how I fight this broken heart

So what, if I feel comfortable in here.

But I'm still going to stay too late

And be the girl bartenders hate

The one that doesn't need another one

When the romeo's and juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes

The last kiss in the parking lot is done

I'll be sitting here alone

When the ugly lights come on.

Hey!