This bar makes me feel like a villain Your friends are all nice and they all make a killing 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 ur 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 1000 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 sipping 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 1000 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 1000 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