MP3 
There's cigarette smoke all over my clothes
With cheap booze on my breath
I'm not quittin' 'til there's nothin' left
I swear I ain't mean for things to go the way they're goin'
I found myself inside this bar without knowin' (bully put the fuck in)
It's gonna kill me
Another double shot, a bottom shelf
Now the bartender's finding the real me
We both said things we could never ever take back
So I'm drinkin' 'til I don't feel things
I already know she's somewhere halfway home
Singin' a song about movin' on
I took it past the point of fixin'
Shoulda listened when I had the chance
Now my baby's dancing with another man, with another man
So who's gon' drive my truck back home?
After one more shot, I'll be gone
Guilty conscience drivin' me insane
I thought the bottle could ease my pain, oh no, huh
I fucked up this time
I told her I'd change, and once again I lied
So many sorries
But I'm drunk right now, would you call me? Oh
These neon lights are messin' with my eyes
I ain't up to no good since she said goodbye
Went for a drive to clear my mind, damn
Then I found myself inside this bar without knowin'
It's gonna kill me
Another double shot, a bottom shelf
Now the bartender's finding the real me
We both said things we could never ever take back
So I'm drinkin' 'til I don't feel things
I already know she's somewhere halfway home
Singin' a song about movin' on
Now we're past the point of fixin'
Shoulda listened when I had the chance
Now my baby's dancing with another man, with another man
I'll take Jack or Patrón
Rum plus shots have never done me wrong
Hell, what's that Crown talkin' 'bout tonight?
And she says my drinkin's what started the fight
Ooh, whoa
Whoa, oh
Come home, come home (home, home)
Ooh, whoa
Whoa, oh
Oh, whoa
I'm way too drunk inside this bar, and they all know it
She done killed me
Only bottom shelf shots of the real me, yeah
