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