"Besides the pain, I don't feel a thing; when my buddies call me up, I just let it ring. No, I'm not hungover, it's true, but I'm still not over you. All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home, breaking down; not out there getting high, underneath some neon lights. Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right; I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night."All Rights Reserved