I don't know why they call it happy hour
'Cause I'm here feeling bad
Drinking whiskey, but I'm sour
'Cause she ain't coming back
And I'm looking 'round the bar
Half drunk and half mad
'Cause they call it happy hour
But everybody in here is sad
So sad
It's sunny and it's 75
What the hell am I doing here?
Staring at a half-lit neon sign
And I don't even like that beer
It's like nobody wants to be in this place
Oh, but nobody wants to go home
Ain't it funny how we're all in here together
But we're all sittin' all alone?
So I don't know why they call it happy hour
'Cause I've been feeling bad
Drinking whiskey, but I'm sour
'Cause she ain't coming back
And I'm looking 'round the bar
Half drunk and half mad
'Cause they call it happy hour
But everybody in here is sad
So sad
All the drunks drink for cheap
Shit, that's what they should call it
All got somewhere to be
But we're all alcoholics
So we numb all the pain while the sun's still in the sky
But damn
What's more depressing than a fucking hangover at night?
My stupid ex got me blocked
I got some bills that ain't paid
I got a truck in the shop (ooh)
Ain't got no smile on my face
Yeah, we might save a few bucks
But that ain't saving our soul
So I don't know, I don't know, I don't know (ooh)
I don't know why they call it happy hour
'Cause I'm here feeling bad
Drinking whiskey, but I'm sour
'Cause she ain't coming back
And I'm looking 'round the bar
Half drunk and half mad
'Cause they call it happy hour
But everybody in here is sad (sad)
So sad (sad)
'Cause everybody in here is sad (sad)
So sad (sad)
