[Intro]
Sticky floor
Neon buzzin over cheap red boots
She laughs too loud
Says, "Tonight, I'm losin roots"
[Verse 1]
Lipstick print
On a plastic cup, half warm gin
Her best friend
Draggin her up, says "You’re goin in"
Queue on the screen
But her mind hits a different scene
Every high note
Got his old leather jacket in between
[Chorus]
Last call for drinks, last call for him
I keep toasting to the ghost that I still let win
Every stranger sings along, but they all blur
I can meet the whole damn world
But nobody hits like her ex hit first
Last call for drinks, last call for her
[Verse 2]
New guy
Shouts her name, says, "You killed that song"
Bright smile
But it feels like the words come out wrong
He buys shots
Line ‘em up like they might heal the past
She clinks glass
Hears his laugh in the echo, gone too fast
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Maybe I was wrong, maybe I was right
Maybe I just left too soon that night
I keep scrollin faces
Swipin through replacements
But I still taste goodbye in the lime and the ice
[Verse 3]
[male rap voice]
Uh, yeah
Little buzz in the bar light, I slide to your side
See you killin that chorus while you dyin inside
Got a ring-shaped tan where the promise used to be
You pour another round like it’s gonna set you free
You say, "He ain’t special," but you choke on the word
Every dude in this room just a pale, blurred third
You can duet with a stranger, share that mic and that breath
But you still harmonize with the one you left
[Chorus]