«And I wished that I was drunk So I could blame it on the wine Wished that I was high So I could take it But there's nothing in my veins To steal the pain that comes around On Friday nights with plus one invitations.And I wished that I was drunk So I could blame it on the wine Wished that I was high So I could take it But there's nothing in my veins To steal the pain that comes around On Friday nights with plus one invitations.
