You're always twenty minutes late
'Cause you can't find your keys
And you never miss a game
Of your hometown team
So, your 2AM call ain't out of the blue
Boy, I know you

You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar you could stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely

It'd be so easy to
Fall right back in your arms
But some things you can't undo
Like you hurting my heart
You know your comeback script right down to the letter
But I know you better

You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar you could stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely

You're sitting single, seeing double or the quiet's too loud
Boy, I got you figured out

You're either shooting back Jack or sippin' Johnny Walker Black
At a bar you could stumble home from
Or you're sitting all alone, getting lost in your phone
Reminiscing on our days in the sun
You're either feeling that buzz or your sheets are getting cold
Baby, it's just the same, same old
The second you say I'm still your one and only
I know you're just drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Drunk or lone-lone-lonely
Ooh

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Writer(s): Deric Ruttan, Forest Glen Whitehead, Madison Marlow, Taylor Elizabeth Dye