Think I am going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don’t want noon to follow me
Except maybe you
I could make you happy, you know
If you weren’t already
I could do a lot of things
And I do
Tell you the [bad word] I prefer the worst of you
Too bad you had to have a better half
She’s not really my type
But I think you two are forever
And I hate to say it but you’re perfect together

So [bad word] you
And your untouchable face [bad word] you
For existing in the first place
And who am I
That I should be vying for your touch
And who am I
Bet you can’t even tell me that much

Two thirty in the morning
My gas tank will be empty soon
Neon sign on the [bad word] elbows with the moon
Safe haven of the sleepless
Where the deep fryer’s always on
Radio is counting down the top 20 country songs
Out on the porch the fly strip is
Waving like a flag in the wind
You know I really don’t look forward
To seeing you again soon
You look like a photograph of yourself
Taken from far far away
I won’t know what to do
I won’t know what to say

So [bad word] you…

See you and I’m so perplexed
What was I thinking
What will I think of next
Where can I hide
In the back room there’s a lamp
That hangs over the pool table
And when the fan is on it swings
Gently side to side
There’s a changing constellation
Of balls as we are playing
I see Orion and say nothing
The only thing I can think of saying
Is [bad word] you…

***When the party's over
You got no way to go...***