Here i sit all alone
Waiting to hear from you on my phone
Here at the bar I'm drinken my wicky
I feel my fingers they gettin all sticky
My face is starting to get really numb
So I do a another shot of some butter rum
The pain I feel starts to fade away
Till I wake up drunk the next day
So I think I'll have to start all over again
To stop that hurt that's comin in
so I know I'll never see you no more
but if you need to find me,
I'll be here on the floor.