The Script

She's all layed up in bed with a broken heart
While i'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar
And we don't know how
How we got into this mad situation,
Only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make things work,
But man these times are hard
She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time
I got a new job now on the unemployment line
And we don't know how
How we got into this mess is a god's test,
Someone help us cos we're doing our best
Trying to make things work,
But man these times are hard
But we are gonna stop by drinking all cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while
A while yeah
Your smiling but where close to tears,
Even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that where meeting
For the first time
Ooowwwwwww (3x)
She's in line at the door with her head held high
Well I just lost my job, but didn't lose my pride
And we both know how
How we are gonna make it work when it hurts,