Still Familiar Juice

I took a sip of still familiar juice
I couldn’t help myself when you got loose
I pick up all the time from these wrung out bottles of wine
And I turn my back to the wall
Waiting for a friend who would call
Your lipstick’s on the glass and not on me
I can’t compete with high ball company
I follow all the signs of your broken valentines
And I turn my back to the wall
Waiting for a friend who would call
Friends don’t let friends drink alone
They raise a toast to you on your tombstone
Love can be so sweet and be so cruel
We boost our love with alcoholic fuel
But love can waste your time when you’re sober for your crime
So I turn my back to the wall