I don’t want go home, I’m having too much fun
Looking for things in life that I’ve never done
I don’t want go home, I’m having too much fun
‘Cause when I’m home alone, I’m a loaded gun.
My poor heart broke the day you said goodbye
I cried and tried to drink myself till I died
Sleeping alone, there’s a thing that’s hard to do
When I’m lying here thinking of all the things we used to do.

