12:03 on a Friday night
I don't have to look I know who it is
But this buzz I've got won't let me fight
The way it feels when she gets like this
Bet she's at the bar with all her friends
With a drink in her left hand holding her phone in the right
She don't realize
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
I hate it every time she leaves
But I love the way she feels in my arms
Should I pick it up or just let it ring?
I guess one more time can't do much harm
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
Cs she's walking through my door
I try my best but I can't say no
Cs our hearts hit the floor
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
Joe Bryson - She Don’t Really Miss Me Lyrics
Joe Bryson - She Don’t Really Miss Me Lyrics
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English
12:03 on a Friday night
I don't have to look I know who it is
But this buzz I've got won't let me fight
The way it feels when she gets like this
Bet she's at the bar with all her friends
With a drink in her left hand holding her phone in the right
She don't realize
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
I hate it every time she leaves
But I love the way she feels in my arms
Should I pick it up or just let it ring?
I guess one more time can't do much harm
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
Cs she's walking through my door
I try my best but I can't say no
Cs our hearts hit the floor
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
I don't have to look I know who it is
But this buzz I've got won't let me fight
The way it feels when she gets like this
Bet she's at the bar with all her friends
With a drink in her left hand holding her phone in the right
She don't realize
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
I hate it every time she leaves
But I love the way she feels in my arms
Should I pick it up or just let it ring?
I guess one more time can't do much harm
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
Cs she's walking through my door
I try my best but I can't say no
Cs our hearts hit the floor
She don't really miss me
It ain't her I'm talking to
She don't wanna kiss me
But that's what whiskey makes her do
In the morning she'll be sober
She'll remember that it's over
Right now I'm what she thinks she needs
She don't really miss me
Writer: ADAM DOLEAC, JOE BRYSON, NICK NANTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave