Half Past Sober

My head’s a mess, just thinking about you
And I wore my favourite dress, in hope you like it too
I spent all my money, on things I didn’t need, for you
And my friends have all gone home
What the hello do I do
I’m three mimosas down and it’s going to my head, I’m way past sober now and
I’m homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you
And I said it last time, that this shit has to end
But you come around talk all your talk I find myself back in your arms again
I spent all my money, just trying to get pretty for you
And my friends have all gone home
What the hell do I do
I’m three mimosas down and its going to my head, I’m way past sober now and I’m
homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you
Oh I love the gift you left me
On the bedside table baby
Could have been you and me against the world
If it wasn’t meant for another girl
Again, again, oh again and again
I’m three mimosas down and it’s going to my head, I’m way past sober now and
I’m homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you
I’m three mimosas down and it’s going to my head, I’m way past sober now and
I’m homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you
I’m three mimosas down and it’s going to my head, I’m way past sober now and
I’m homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you
I’m three mimosas down and it’s going to my head, I’m way past sober now and
I’m homesick for your bed
Mornings creeping closer but I’m getting fucked over by you