An when we woke I laid your love Beside the charred remains Of cigarettes and no regrets When we were half insane. And in the night we talked in tones That let us share the bed. And when I spoke you raised your head And that was when you said,
"I think I should go home." "I think I should go home." "I think I should go home." And I felt nothing at all.
In fifteen months since we last spoke I've thought most every day About how I am so alone And quite like it that way. Met someone at a bar downtown (Suit and jet black hair) And in his bed I had a thought; Sat up and I said,
"I think I should go home." "I think I should go home." "I think I should go home." And I felt nothing at all.
"I think I should go home." "I think I should go home." "I think I should go home now."