It's different when you're lonely
The whole world's in love 
Holding hands between bar stools
And you're holding your tongue 

Hold on 
You're so fucked up, so fickle 
Isn't this what you want? 
So simple, so single 

But it's different when you're helpless
When the bars close their doors
Growing hostile toward your waitress
Those extra tips went ignored 

It's different because you're desperate 
Begging mercy on the sidewalk 
To a sea of last callers 
(Keep the conversation quick and keep them interested) 

You're different and they sense it 
Your eyes can't disguise it
So glassy, half empty 
Ready to spill 

Hold on 
Please don't leave yet
I can't go home alone
It doesn't go over so well

So hold on just a little longer
At least through the night
At least until the morning

Hold on
Hold on to me
I can hardly stand
Much less the sight of myself

So hold on
Hold on tight dear
Put your foot on the gas
Get me the fuck out of here