Early afternoon or maybe lunchtime?
All I know is daylight is creeping through
The covered windows behind me, neon signs fluorescent flicker:
"this Bud's for you!"

By light of day, it’s hard not to notice
Just how filthy this place can be
The smell of bleach and cheap shots
Drowning out my ugly company

So line 'em up, my lonely friends
Raise your glass and knock 'em down
A little salt to sap the sting
From the last words that we spoke

So cheers! Here’s to hoping
I never see your face again
This one's to chase
The awful taste of your name from my tongue
And one more in hopes that I'll hit the floor
And knock the thought of you from my brain
And last, to hopelessly wishing
I never met you

By light of day, it's hard not to notice
Just how filthy this place can be
The smell of bleach and cheap shots
Drowning out my ugly company