so many things
she's passed out [bad word] i'm seventeen
on the t.v. screen
a preacher sings
glory be to him
i want to invite you home
i want to invite you home
i want to call you on the phone
but it's too late
i know what you're dad would say
he'd say "it's too late to call"
i write you a note
in ball point pen
i left it all in
i slip it to you
in the hallways
in the hallway
i want to ask you home
i want to invite you home
i don't want to be alone anymore
and in the hall
you slipped one back into my palm
it says "i'll [bad word] home with you"
so after all I've been let down
I've been let down
it's nothing new
i can handle it
i can handle it