I better get my head up

Before she gets her legs up enough

Do you recall my face?

This is not the time

This is not the place

To be cheated on you

But I'll do it anyway

And I know I'll wake up

To bottom of the bed, coughed guts

And she won't look the same to me

The lights go down

And then her hands go south

She's too messed up

So don't you dare tire out

Better get my head set

Before she gets her clothes wet

Enough to sail the streets tonight

This is not the time

This is not the place

To be getting a grip of you

But I'll try it anyway

And I know I'll wake up

To bottom of the bed, cold looks

And she won't look the same to me

The lights go down

And then her hands go south

She's too messed up

So don't you dare tire out