put my lips to this glass
But then the the phone rings
Whos voice do I hear
Its not yours

Why does it have to be anyone else but hers
I hear the words in my head
They are not affectionate

Shes yelling again; here it goes
Weak at the knees.

Now that im haunted by the echo of you
I throw my glass and grab the bottle
40 ounces just became my freedom

I just got happy
Took a minute to swallow
But here I am lying on the ground
Counting all the reasons
I dont care.

meant to go with a silverstein type sound.