It was a Friday night out with the boys
Until I was left alone at the bar
Ordering vodka drinks and tequila shots
A few minutes later and I was found outside
And that was when I guess I called you up
To tell you I had a little too much to drink
And to ask if we could start over
I recounted to you the times we kissed
And retold the story of how we met
I begged and begged for you to come back to me
Because baby I know this is all my fault
I know that I messed us up
Please don’t let this phone call slip you by
Because I can’t help but miss all we had
I woke up the next morning hungover
Wanting to take it all back for our own safety
But I just let the whiskey do the talking
And hoped to God you’d come back to me.