Lyrics

The very last thing I need right now Is your lousy cosolation Pity's never really been my thing You have no reason to feel bad It was my imagination That took me to the peak Of this heap of dismay Don't worry though I'll try again When I find a little confidence At the bottom of a cup of vodka Pleading on the phone You're a mess, Nick She's gone for thirty seconds And you're flying off the handle You're the worst, Nick How can you expect them all to stay If you won't entertain Your cowardice is showing On your sleeve You tell her it's okay Through your teeth One day she will ignore All you say You sell yourself short And it's lowering the value, buddy Don't worry though I'll try again When I find a little confidence At the bottom of a cup of vodka Pleading on the phone