I'm don't want to commit you again
I don't want to hit you ever
Something just has to be done
The whole thing is getting out of hand
They don't want you sleeping out in the car
Falling out on the bathroom floor
If I have to I'll load you up
Drive you all the way to Betty Ford
As the sun picks through the window
For the fifteen time this year
And you sprung out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party
I can own up to my actions
I can deal with the corresponded guilt
Something just had to be done
To tear down the walls you built
As the sun picks through the window
For the fifteen time this year
And you sprung out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party
As the sun picks through the window
For the fifteen time this year
And you sprung out on the concrete
In what you wore to the party
In what you wore to the party
In what you wore to the party