Quarter past seven Lyrics

One, two, three, go

Tapping my fingers on the top of an old wood box

With some dull six strings

And them lights come on and the curtain falls

And they're waiting on me to sing

And I'm sweating from head to toe

Trying to remember the notes

But I can't sing, baby, you know me

So I pack my shit and go home

And when I rolled in, it was so damn late

And I'd parked sideways in the drive

And I bust through the front door

So hammered and high

That I can't recall your name

Or the time, or the place

Keep it Irish with the goodbyes

Hell, I'm doing alright, I can't feel it anyway

And they say that I need friends

And a little bit of stress relief

But the bullshit never ends

Man, I think it's gonna bury me

And I hope I can drink in heaven

I'd be lucky just to get in

I can't find my car, cause I'm drunk at the bar

And it's only a quarter past seven

And I've spent ten years just writing songs

About everything I know

But when all you know is heartbreak

And a good but broken home

Well, you can't get mad when a record label

Just don't pick up the phone

But my job sucks and I need a way out

And I got nowhere to go

And they say that I need friends

And a little bit of stress relief

But the bullshit never ends

Man, I think it's gonna bury me

And I hope I can drink in heaven

I'd be lucky just to get in

I can't find my car, cause I'm drunk at the bar

And it's only a quarter past seven