My Mary started drinking again
Thought she had enough of it, but here we are
My Mary's good at playing pretend
Like she's got it together
And she's got you alone
Yeah, she's got you alone
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I'm listening
Mary's tipsy on your time
As Mary leans over the bench
She stares at nothing but the back of him
My words float above her head
Like she's forgotten everything
Now I'm at a loss
Is there even an us?
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I'm listening
Mary's tipsy on your time
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I'm listening
Mary's tipsy on your time
Throw your words at me
From the mind of your whisky dry, I'm listening
Mary's tipsy on your time
My Mary started drinking again
