Fifty-Three Dollars and Forty-Nine Cents

I've got fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents And I'm aiming on spending it all I drove in my car To this dive of a bar And I'm planning on hearing "last call" Mr. Bartender, please You're the one who now sees How much I''m in need of a drink I came here to forget I don't want to regret And I would like to know what you think She has left me again Cause that ***** of a friend Keeps on filling her head with all lies So I'll drown in my beer Since I'm having to hear Another one of her goodbyes I'll just leave her alone Cause I know before long She'll come running on back home to me And I try to convince Myself not to wince It is what it is, let it be But inside of my head I keep thinking instead What if this time she doesn't come back What will I ever do If we really are through And I'm left with nothing but jack I had fifty-three dollars and forty-nine cents Minus six beers and change for the phone She is meeting me here For one last bottle of cheer Now I won't be leaving alone Confessions to a Bartender