So it's 8 AM
Don't even know where I stand
And the liquor was telling me
How much fun I am

The wooden floor
Is keeping me from the door
The phone call's not happening
There's nothing to remorse

And all I'm here for
Is to even up the score
And to call you a ****
To your face

Is that too wrong to say?
When things don't go your way

And all the reasons
To stay are gone
And all the awkwardness
Pops up again

As I'm getting dressed
I had to confess
So the liquor was telling me
How much fun I am

And all I'm here for
Is to even up the score
And to call you a ****
To your face

Is that too wrong too wrong to say?
When things don't go your way
And look into your crying face

There is no reason to deny it
All the things we went through
To get to tonight

No
There is no reason to deny it