Huntley Lyrics

This bar makes me feel like a villain
Your friends are all nice, and they all make a killin'
They work all the time, hunker down, save the world 9 to 5
Just for me to come ruin their weekend
I'm usually flawless at hiding my feelings
Unless you're my mom or my dog or my ceiling
The second one's gone as of right before you all arrived
When my mom called permission to sleep him

And I'm missing my dog a thousand miles away
And when we would talk we'd have whole conversations
But I would speak for him, and I'd make him say nice things

I'm drinking too much for a Friday
Which is saying a lot for New York in the holidays
I'm sippin' my venomous brew
Push the tab to your group, my dog's dead
Tell your friend she can pay it

But I'm letting him down a thousand miles away
'Cause I'm drunk, blacking out all your kind conversation
Threw away what you said, but I bet it was littered with nice things
And I'm fucking it up, a thousand miles away
I pushed you too much, now you're quiet, and I'm ashamed
And I can't speak for you, but if I could, I'd make you say nice things
Make you say nice things