Bottom of the Shot Glass

Coming to my favorite bar In the middle of the week Feeling so drained Missing your lips on my cheek Bartender pours another shot Throwing it all back He asks me, one more? Or have you had enough Can't say I'm done Nothing waiting at home Just need to run And let myself roam Chorus Looking for my heart At the bottom of the shot glass Hoping to find you At the bottom of the shot glass Deep down I know There's nothing there At the bottle of the shot glass As I take another drink I see a lady Walking my way And she says come talk to me So I buy her a drink And lose myself talking Heading towards the brink I hear her calling Just come with me To the pain go away I'll make you see What do you say Chorus Getting up to walk away Don't want another mistake Sure she's nice But not for me