No I don’t want another drink
I’d rather talk about the world, places we wish we’d see
But you never have much to say
Until it all pours out of you in agony
In the parking lot as we go to leave
Another tragic staged scene with poor blocking and worse acting

And you expect me to stay
Make it better
At least okay
But I’m not the kind of friend that waits

No I don’t want another drink
I’d rather talk about the game, you know I love a hopeless team
You never have much to say
Except to explain the subtleties to sports I played throughout my teens

Still you expect me to stay
Things will get better
That’s what you say
But you’re not that kind of man
And I’m not the kind of friend that waits

Don’t leave me in the middle of the concrete
Don’t let me dry out with the wind
I can do better, fingers crossed, I swear I promise
Just don’t leave me like this

Still you expect me to stay
Things aren’t getting better and
It’s not okay
But you’re not that kind of man
And I’m not the kind of friend that waits

Still you expect me to stay
Things aren’t getting better and
We’re not okay
You’ll never be that kind of man
And I’ve got somewhere else to be