Last Call

Last call for alcohol

Come get your friend, she's all alone

I can't stop staring, she's very low

I can't stop staring

Sight for sore eyes to see, you basically died to me

Look at your eyes, high as hell, lower than the story tells

A profile is just a silhouette of a sad girl with dark eyes and a dark inside, yeah

With a cigarette hanging off your puffy lips

I don't remember you looking quite like this

Does the filter paint a fuller picture of you and your matching sisters?

Old friends with new faces

Running around the same city, the same places

Somebody's gotta say it

Somebody's gotta say it

Last call for alcohol

Come get your friend, she's all alone

I can't stop staring, she's very low

I can't stop staring