the last song you'll hear

so drunk. and fucked up. i think maybe you've forgotten.
but i know i'd be lying to myself.
if i picked up the phone. and dialed those strange digits.
and expected you to pick up at all.
and even if you did, everybody knows.
you'd throw the phone in anger and send me the bill.
so baby don't you know? i'll never call again.
i know i'd just be lying to myself.

so high... i fell down. and turned into a pencil.
and put my head to the page and laughed out loud.
if i wrote down these thoughts, of love and strange vacations.
i know that i could bring a little tear.
but even if i did, everybody knows.
you'd cut yourself on the paper, and it'd be my fault.
so baby don't you know? i'll never write again.
i'm calling this the last song you'll hear.

so i spent all my money. and i spent all my time.
on whiskey and weed and crazy thoughts.
but if i pick up myself and dust off these old jeans.
that would mean it's time to move on.
so baby don't you know? i'll never think about you.
i'm sober and smiling, and singing in my car...

i'm ready to fall in love again.