She was flagging down the waiterShe was feeling 'bout as faded as the flowers from that wallpaperNobody'd even asked for her ID when she walked in thereDon't know how long she'd been thereShe was fixing up her hair and fumbling though her purseShe was tired of feeling lonelyShe was tired of feeling oldShe was hating the idea of going home aloneSo she got drunk last nightDrunk enough to callThat number in her phone that she would never callWithout the alcoholBut she needed an excuseTo let herself get used and so that's whyShe got drunk the way she'd neverThe way she hadn't in foreverBut she needed to feel better, and wanted, and beautifulEven if he didn't love herAnd it had been a long time overShe had to make one more mistakeAnd she couldn't do that soberSo she got drunk last nightDrunk enough to callThat number in her phone that she would never callWithout the alcoholBut she needed an excuseTo let herself get used and so that's whyOh, she got drunk last night (drunk last night)Yeah she needed an excuseTo let herself get used and so that's whyShe got drunk last night (drunk last night)She got drunk last night