Miss You

Is it my imagination? Is it something that I'm taking? All the smiles that I'm faking Everything is great Everything is fucking great Going out every weekend Staring at the stars or the ceiling Hollywood friends, got to see them Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables 'Til I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing "til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you Just like that and I'm sober I'm asking myself, is it over? Maybe I was lying when I told you "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" And all of these thoughts and the feeling Doesn't matter if you don't need them I've been checking my phone all evening Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables 'Til I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you Now I'm asking my friends how I should say I'm sorry They say "Lad, give it time, there's no need to worry" And we can't even be on the phone now And I can't even be with you alone now Oh how, shit changes We were in love Now, we're strangers When I feel it coming up I just throw it all away Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway We're dancing on tables 'Til I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We're dancing on tables 'Til I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on Shit, maybe I'll miss you