Last Call Lyrics by Charlotte Day Wilson
Last call for alcohol
Come get your friend, she’s all alone
I can’t stop staring, she’s very low
I can’t stop staring
Sight for sore eyes to see, you basically died to me
Look at your eyes, high as hell, lower than the story tells
A profile is just a silhouette of a sad girl with dark eyes and a dark inside, yeah
With a cigarette hanging off your puffy lips
I don’t remember you looking quite like this
Does the filter paint a fuller picture of you and your matching sisters?
Old friends with new faces
Running around the same city, the same places
Somebody’s gotta say it
Somebody’s gotta say it
Last call for alcohol
Come get your friend, she’s all alone
I can’t stop staring, she’s very low
I can’t stop staring
