Last Call
Amy Allen, Charlotte Day Wilson, Jack Rochon
Last call for alcohol
Come get your friend, she's all alone
I can't stop starin', she's very low
I can't stop starin'
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 hangin' off your puffy lips
I don't remember you lookin' quite like this
(Does the filter paint)
Does the filter paint a fuller picture of you and your matchin' sisters?
Old friends with new faces
Runnin' 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 starin', she's very low
I can't stop starin'