You wander into the bedroom
Your drunk, we've done this before
You stumble over like 3 seconds later
and kick your boots off on to the floor
I can hardly see your eyes
You forgot to put your hair up
I can see you've learned some tricks
from those boys over in Europe
But still, it kinda makes me glad to see
how quick we fall into those old rhythms and patterns.
If you want it, you got it
You only want it when you're drunk
My friends say you're obnoxious
you're not so bad when we're alone
Morning comes,
I know how the next part goes
One last dance,
then you delete me off your phone
In the hallway,
your eyes stay on the ground
Doesn't bother me 'cause when the weekend rolls around
You'll want it, and you'll get it
You only want it when your friends have all been bedded
You'll be outside smoking on the porch
"Come in", I'll say, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."