I sit here all alone
waiting by the telephone.
Because I'm pretty sure
her lips taste better than her face looks-
but you don't even mind anymore
because your poison has finally started to set it.
You pour another round
as my name lights up your phone.
You'll wake up by her side
probably still hearing
my voice
as you fill up your cup.
That whiskey ain't near strong enough
to get me off your mind.
Go ahead and get drunk,
if you want,
but baby, please, don't drink me away.
Just don't drink me away.
Here it goes,
Here's a toast to the one that I used to love.
The clock strikes 5am,
all you taste is sin
and pour yourself another cup.
You wake up with her by your side,
wondering if she'll keep your number
because you know you'll be sleeping alone from now on
tonight.
And when you hear my voice
know that you left me with no choice.
Go ahead and get drunk if you want.
Here's a toast to the one that I used to love.
So get drunk if you want,
and baby please,
just drink me away.