Track 2 : Livin’ On My Own

Smile it’s over, cry ‘cause it happened, she don’t want you no more. She packed her things all up in a suitcase and took off out that door. Quit with the crying you shouldn’t feel bad sometimes life ain’t fair. You missed your chance you messed it up and now she’s with some square. Well all my friends are at the bar tonight I’ll be there when my paycheck hits. I spent all money on golf and booze and bad habits that I can’t seem to kick. I’ve been working overtime on being a bum and part-time on a contract job. Not too worried ‘bout makin’ a fortune, life’s a bitch when you’re at the top. I’ll sit back on the couch, throw the TV on, pour some whiskey and Diet Coke. It’s a party for two, just me and myself don’t gotta worry ‘bout getting home. Livin’ on my own. Well I guess I can’t blame her for takin’ off I’m an air-deprived burned- out flame. It didn’t take her long to find another man, guess she hates the player not the game. I’ll sit back on the couch, throw some Johnny on, pour some whiskey and Diet Coke. It’s a party for two, just me and myself guess my life’s a funny joke, livin’ on my own. She called me up said her man had left her for the daughter of a millionaire. She asked if I had any plans tonight, said she wanted to clear the air. Well how does it feel to have a taste of your own girl, you really messed me up? I appreciate you reaching out but unfortunately I’ve got a … hot date with a bottle of Jack so I’m hangin’ up the phone so I can sit on back with my Jack and Diet Coke — I’m livin’ on my own, livin’ on my own ...