At the Bar

At the Bar
Came home drunk
Look at me I don't exist
A house no home
Are you here when will you leave me
So I can live the live that I was meant to
You always asked
How could I be such a waste

Thats alright
I'll be at the bar like I always am
Thinking of you
And how much better it is to be here
With my friends
The assholes the drunks and the whores just like myself
I'm at the bar
There ain't a god damn thing you're gonna do about it now
Forget this day
Like I have so many others
Talked too much
Only hear the same thing bitching everyday
I die inside a little bit and all the time
I only need a cold drink waiting