This bar makes me feel like a villain
Your friends are all nice and they all make a killing
They work all the time
Hunker down, save-the-world 9 to 5
Just for me to come ruin their weekend
I'm usually flawless at hiding my feelings
Unless ur my mom or my dog or my ceiling
The second one's gone
As of right before you all arrived
When my mom called permission to sleep him
And I'm missing my dog 1000 Miles away
And when we would talk we'd have whole conversations
But I would speak for him
And I'd make him say nice things

I'm drinking too much for a Friday
Which is saying a lot for New York in the holidays
I'm sipping my venomous brew
Push the tab to your group
My dog's dead, tell your friend she can pay it
But I'm letting him down 1000 Miles away
Cause I'm drunk, blacking out all your kind conversation
Threw away what you said
But I bet it was littered with nice things
And I'm fucking it up 1000 Miles away
I pushed you too much, now you're quiet and I'm ashamed
And I can't speak for you but if I could
I'd make you say nice things
Make you say nice things