| Well, tonight I’ll throw a party and I know who I’ll invite |
| There’s a strange and lonely person with whom I’ll spend this night |
| There’ll be no old sad memories to haunt me till I die |
| In that room there’ll be a bottle |
| And me, myself and I |
| In that room there’ll be a bottle |
| And me, myself and I |
| I’ve been introduced to many people I don’t understand |
| I’ve been in the house of lonely. I’ve shook a thousand shaking hands |
| But tonight I’ll be with someone who will look me in the eye |
| And in that room there’ll be a bottle |
| And me, myself and I |
| In that room there’ll be a bottle |
| And me, myself and I |
| At that party you’ll see me when I was just a child |
| In a room full of happy with a heart so meek and mild |
| And that child will meet a ghost that will haunt him oh so bad |
| From a family of confusion pretending love they never had. |
| So, tonight I’ll throw that party and I know just what I’ll do |
| Yes, I’ll meet myself at midnight and cry the whole night through |
| Yeah, I’ll meet that ghost of sadness and he’ll look me in the eye |
| And in that room there’ll be that bottle |
| And me, myself and I |
| In that room there’ll be a bottle |
| And me, myself and I |