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This bar makes me feel like a villain Your friends are all nice, and they all make a killin' They work all the time, hunker down, save the world 9 to 5 Just for me to come ruin their weekend I'm usually flawless at hiding my feelings Unless you're my mom or my dog or my ceiling The second one's gone as of right before you all arrived When my mom called permission to sleep him And I'm missing my dog a thousand miles away And when we would talk we'd have whole conversations But I would speak for him, and I'd make him say nice things I'm drinking too much for a Friday Which is saying a lot for New York in the holidays I'm sippin' my venomous brew Push the tab to your group, my dog's dead Tell your friend she can pay it But I'm letting him down a thousand miles away 'Cause I'm drunk, blacking out all your kind conversation Threw away what you said, but I bet it was littered with nice things And I'm fucking it up, a thousand miles away I pushed you too much, now you're quiet, and I'm ashamed And I can't speak for you, but if I could, I'd make you say nice things Make you say nice things From Letras Mania