| I don’t know how the hell I got here |
| How did I make it to my bed? |
| And why didn’t I drink any water |
| To stop this marching band |
| From marching through my head? |
| Well, I went out last night, so sure that |
| I would never miss you this bad |
| I probably shoulda kept it to myself |
| 'Cause now I’m hungover |
| And I miss you |
| And my head hurts |
| And I wish you let me come over |
| And be with you one more time |
| 'Cause I was an asshole |
| And I hate that |
| And I never got to say that |
| So let me come over |
| And be with you one more time |
| I woke up to the next door neighbors |
| Fucking like they were gonna die |
| And usually I just wouldn’t care |
| But right now I’m much more aware that |
| My last time might have been my last time |
| 'Cause now I’m hungover |
| And I miss you |
| And my head hurts |
| And I wish you let me come over |
| And be with you one more time |
| 'Cause I was an asshole |
| And I hate that |
| And I never got to say that |
| So let me come over |
| And be with you one more time |
| So let me come over |
| And be with you one more time |
| Well, I went out last night so sure that |
| I would never miss you this bad |
| I promised I would keep this to myself |