been on a bad bender since I ain’t been with her woke up on the bathroom floor I’ve had my stomach turning and a cigarette burning but I ain’t been here before memories in my head that bottle by my bed won’t kill the pain or the lipstick stain cause the goodbye’s all she wrote I ain’t got time for your games and I can’t trust a word you say Naw it ain’t the bottle that’s the one to blame it ain’t the 90 prroof I’m just still hungover you