Some Call It Living

Yeah Talks of business And he hates women But how she's different Here take this whiskey The man she misses He was too busy So she stands here talking With someone different She takes a sip and They argue quickly He tries to fix it Says babe I'm different I knew your boyfriend And I know you miss him But one shot of vodka Should kill that memory More talks of business "Hey, are you tipsy?" About three drinks in yeah She's getting dizzy Text at midnight And now she's with him Glass of water And now he's finished He calls her bitch yeah Now she's offended She throws a fit then She leaves so quickly "Text that ex-boyfriend Baby, I miss you Because I'll never call you And he'll never miss you" Twisted and sick You're drinking all alone Somebody found you And they brought you home Ten minutes with a man You hardly know Some call it sickness Some call it living We were only trying to drown her!