I can't believe how you slurred at me with your half wired broken jaw; you popped my heart, seams, on my bubble dreams, bubble dreams. I can't believe how you looked at me with your Johnnie Walker eyes, he's gonna get you and after he's through, there's gonna be no love left to rye. And I know that it's complicated, but I'm a loser in love, so baby, raise a glass to mend all the broken hearts of all my wrecked up friends.