I'm a third shot, damn, I'm in troubleI'm a newly single man, seein' doubleTake a smile for all my friendsThen go home alone around 2 a.m.Then stumble through the front doorGo on as it gets, flip the kitchen light onThere it is on the fridge, just my luckRead this if you're drunkDon't think about it, misterDon't even touch your phoneI know you think you miss herBut I promise you, you don'tThere's healin' in the lonelySit back, kick off your bootsAnd you'll thank me in the morningLike you always doCause I'm so rudeP.S.There's pizza in the freezerDumb and dumber on the TVIt's so stupid, that's what you'd beTo go diggin' through her InstagramIf you thinkin' bout that, read this againDon't think about it, misterDon't even touch your phoneI know you think you miss herBut I promise you, you don'tThere's healin' in the lonelySit back, kick off your bootsAnd you'll thank me in the morningLike you always doways to sign a soul with you. Sign a soul with you. Yeah, well, remember last time thatyou hit her up? You hurt some other guy. How much does that suck? That set you back a month.Yeah, trust me, old friend, you don't want to go down that road again, so don't think about it,mister. Don't even touch your phone. I know you want to kiss her, but I promise you, you don't.And there's healing in the lonely. Sit back, kick off your boots, and you'll thank me in the morning.Like you always do. Signs over you. Signs over you.Signs over you.