9PM (Acoustic Version)

She comes in solo like she owns the place But she doesn't wanna leave any kind of trace She goes for the cig break immediately A B-line to the second floor balcony A laughing soul stung by tragedy Her love for life her boldest fallacy Unavailable to making her ends meet perpetually Hey, around 9PM, Her thoughts get harder to find Drunk text, hit send Now her whole world's out of line, yeah She reaches for the telephone Trying to get a signal in the brutal cold Not a bus or taxi in sight She might just go hop on a flight To go and do some real soul-searching To find out if it's all worth learning Maybe she will meet her worst enemy Or maybe cough her lungs up for eternity Hey, around 9PM, She's taking one more line Drunk text, hit send Won't give a f*ck who's on the other side, yeah Hey, around 9PM, I'm faded out of mind Drunk text, hit send Just another damn shameless night, yeah