Could be Monday morning or Sunday night     
Snowflakes sparkle in the blinking lights    
Nicotine soaked fingers stumble and dial    
Craving the smoke rings in your eyes   

Neon sun tan pasty white glow   
Covered in last night from head to toe   
Alone in the street in my last ditch attempt   
To get you to take me back again    

(Chorus)
That’s why your phone rings at god knows when     
Draggin’ you from the dreams you were sleepin’ in    
And all that you hear is hurt on the line   
It’s just me not getting over you     
One last call at a time   

If they closed the bar early, I wouldn’t call so late    
As long as they’re open I can drink you away  
When they hand me my tab and force me to leave   
The lonely walk home offers me no reprieve    

(Repeat Chorus)

 (Bridge)
Pathetic as it may seem, and I aint sayin’ that it aint       
Last calls are the nightly reminder that I’ve made it through another day   

	(Repeat Chorus)