Karaoké Dial Drunk (feat. Post Malone) Noah Kahan

I'm rememberin'

I promised to forget you now

It's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk

And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out

So I ain't takin' any fault

Am I honest still

Am I half the man I used to be

I doubt it forget about it, whatever

And the dial tone is all I have

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone

I no longer know

For the shame of bein' young, drunk and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang

Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I dial drunk

I'll die a drunk

I'd die for you

I'll die

Drinks pourin', couldn't stop it

Turn another slow dance into a mosh pit

Tuck my head, then I heard the lock and told him my first car was a Crown Vic

Talkin' 'bout last time I was in the back of a cop car

I fell in love

And my face on the cold window try to sober back up and loosen my cuffs

And it's all the same anyway

Hmm, I ain't proud of all

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown the punches that I've thrown in the name of someone

I no longer know

For the shame of bein' young, drunk and alone traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang

Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I dial drunk

I'll die a drunk

I'd die for you

I'd die for you

I beg you, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith

I'll praise the flag

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back

Son, are you a danger to yourself

That, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

Change my faith

I'll kiss the badge

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back

Son, why do you do this to yourself

And I said

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

Punches that I've thrown, yeah

In the name of someone in the name of someone

I no longer know

I no longer know

For the shame of bein'

For the shame of bein' young, drunk and alone young, drunk and alone

Traffic lights and traffic lights and a transmitter radio a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

Emergency phone call

Honey, it rang and rang

Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

I dial drunk

I'll die a drunk

I'd die for you