Geoff Farina - Not About a Birthday lyrics

I'm never really satisfied Until i'm home early every night- A sort of bold social suicide, Or a temporary place to hide. There never was a plan tonight Until I showed up at your door. Although I kind of knew all along That I would end up on your living room floor, Hoping you don't mind. There never is a gaurantee. You might get really sick of me Right in the middle of our special night. If you would leave, that would be all right. I'm never really satisfied. A slow kiss and a bottle of whine Doesn't make anything OK. So i'm leaving anyway, Hoping you don't mind.