Have I been this way before?
It looks familiar from here
So comb your hair back and brush your teeth
You're in the front of a f*cked up week
And when your girlfriend decides to leave
We'll drink whiskey till we can't speak
And in the morning you'll find your edge
And make a promise to get revenge
But then again you'll get cold feet
And she'll be back in your front seat...
Have I been this way before?
It looks familiar from here