Standby from $500 by Five Hundred Bucks

I took the last ride in
On a standby flight to Charleston
And you left me waiting there
While you spent the weekend in Bel Air
I hope you had a good time there
While I was alone and wondering where you were

You're the taste of six week old rotten milk
That I should have thrown away with the pills
I took every night
You were gone
I can't believe you lied
To Me

I took a late ride in
On a red eye flight to Manhattan 
And you left me waiting there
While you spent the weekend in Bel Air
I hope you had a good time there
While I was alone and wondering where you were

You're the taste of six week old rotten milk
That I should have thrown away with the pills
I took every night
You were gone
I can't believe you lied
To Me


And who would've thought
In your week away
That you would've got
A brand new friend
And a brand new place to stay

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