Thursday Morning Drinking Song
What kind of liquor cures heartache?
He'd kill for a case of that.
Cause shes leaving tomorrow
And he needs some relief.
I'd give him liquor on Wednesday
He sleeps on my stairs for weeks
Thursday morning hes back there
Searching through bottles for heart
He lost his in her luggage
Yesterday the milk went sour (yuck)
She did all the shopping though
He eats his cereal dry
With a plastic knife and spork.
She took the sheets and the bedspread
So now he sleeps in the curtains
On the couch watching a broken t.v.
With that damn cat of hers