With the weight of the night,
Pulling my head,
Back down to our bed,
I can barely lift these thoughts,
and the last thing that I need right now is the 'talk'.

I already know I shouldn't be,
Coming in at God knows what time,
But you shouldn't worry;
It was only a fight.

Sometimes I feel like drinking and dancing,
Just don't take it the wrong way,
I'm always coming home to you.

We're not gonna leave it out,
On the back of a little row.
Forget that.