Oitava Dose

I'm going out to drink
Today I'm not feeling well
Battery running out
Goodbye, social life

If you want to find me
I'm at the same little bar
On the main avenue
Sitting at the table, alone

Waiting for the longing to leave my chest
Or for someone to come pull up a chair to console me
But it's taking too long
I'm already on the seventh drink, ordering the eighth without ice
To see if I can pull a third of you out of me

And the part of you that remains will accompany me
I'll leave a little bit at each table I sit at
Every drink I take, every mouth I kiss
It may take a while, but

And the part of you that remains will accompany me
I'll leave a little bit at each table I sit at
Every drink I take, every mouth I kiss
It may take a while, but I'll eventually stop loving you