Lyric 4

She’s a real mean drunk
and her friends are in the club,
they’re drinking all the liquor
thinking they won’t throw up.
They are downing more shots,
doing pot,
while I’m still stuck here thinking about the
hazey daze,
of August shade.

I’m the real mean drunk,
Yes, I am crying in the club.
The bottles nearly empty, and I
need to throw up.
I’m feeling useless,
I’m through with all of the pain from the
hazey daze,
of August shade.