Where the hell am I supposed to go If you don't want me anymore I got a lot of shit and it ain't all gonna fit In the back of my mom's car You got a pretty smile that I ain't seen in a while And we don't kiss when having sex You slapped me across the face Oh baby ain't this great I think we found true love I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you No, it ain't about you You went to your sister's when you left And I woke up on your side of the bed You've done this once before And you came back in the morning But now it's 2pm I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you No, it ain't about you Yeah well you ain't coming home Not until my shit is gone Baby can't you see I'm scared of who'll I'll be I'm sorry, please come back home I'm sorry, please come back home I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you I'm writing a drinking song And it ain't, it ain't about you No, it ain't about you