It's Friday night, it's time to hit the streets    With a 40 ounce of malted medicine    So here's a toast to better days    The days when we used to rule the world       But happy hour is over    And we're left facedown outside    Of some beat-up, run-down tavern door       BARTENDER! It's time I had another drink    QUICKLY BEFORE I have the time to think    Cuz I'm tired of my life    I'm sick of it all    So drown it out in a frosted glass of my self-doubt       So I meet this girl down at the bar    And she recognizes me from our hometown    She says "Do you ever miss the days we used to hang out?"    And I swear that I just stared at her in disbelief    I don't know why