Take your time, walking home What's the use? You know it bothers you No one's home, got a bottle of red A ringing phone that won't stop bothering you So you get on the bus going the wrong way home You get off somewhere in a town that you don't know You bury yourself, book a room by the bar You ask the front desk not to tell where you are You just wanna hang out alone Take what's mine, you can have it all What's the use? I know I'm losing you I'm a mess but I understand All the stress my life puts on you So you take off your shoes and climb into a foreign bed The wallpaper they decorate every room with Reminds you of your Mother's house and your first cigarette You call to the front desk so you have someone to talk with Cause you don't wanna do this alone