Gin and ginger in a dark little room
Feeling low as I linger and I silently fume
Quiet my phone
As I should have known
That I won't be seeing you
Anytime soon
Chartreuse and chocolate on a dark frigid night
Hearing lies and bullsh** without any end in sight
And I feel so torn
Cast out in the storm
Where I won't be seeing you
Anytime soon
Shall I take another shot my love?
Shall I take another hit?
Shall I just get on with it?
Have you already forgot my love?
Shall I throw another fit?
Shall I just call it quits?
Gin and ginger and a feeling of doom
And it grows as I linger but I still wait for you
I hope that you fall
And catch your black ball
Cause I won't be seeing you
Anytime soon