save a seat

One, two
One, two, fuck you

Saw you having dinner
With some douchebag in a suit and tie
You were taking pictures
Of a meal that only he could buy
Hey, mister, mister
No offense but I used to call her mine
Next time you're with her

Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?

Ran out of money
Now you sleep with men who pay your bills
And I find it funny
But that's also one hell of a skill
When the road gets bumpy
You run away just for the thrill
If you leave the country

Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?

You dress like the '90s
But he wants you wearing something else
You speak politely
Every time he speaks, he has to yell
He'll buy a ring that's shiny
Married in a dress that's long as hell
And you won't invite me

But could you save a seat for me? (Oh, yeah)
Could you save a seat for me? (Hmm)
Could you save a seat for me? (Oh-oh)
Could you save a seat for me? (Hmm)
Could you save a seat for me?