Home Team
Don't you blame me if I get carried away
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say
When there's silence in the room
We're all pining for that modern day man
He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands
On a Saturday night, at the home field
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord
Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do
When there's no one else home
We're all pining for that modern day girl
She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy
On a Saturday night, at the home field
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please lord, please lord, please lord
I don't wanna talk about love
I don't wanna talk about us
I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table
You talk and I listen
To the news on the cable tv
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say
When there's silence in the room
We're all pining for that modern day man
He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands
On a Saturday night, at the home field
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord
Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone
I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do
When there's no one else home
We're all pining for that modern day girl
She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy
On a Saturday night, at the home field
I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead
I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head
I knew I was ready to stop going steady
When the home team was losing twenty to one
I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard
Please lord, please lord, please lord
I don't wanna talk about love
I don't wanna talk about us
I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table
You talk and I listen
To the news on the cable tv
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Writer(s): Indigo De Souza
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