I lost track of the afternoon
Luckily there’s not much more to see
Not much more to do
I’ve been home for only 3 days
It really feels like years
I’ve been repeating the same mistakes
(Chorus)
You can count me out any time you’d like
You can pull my hair, that would be fine
You can follow me and hope for the best
I’ll let you know
I’m not going anywhere