Wasted

This is the part,
where the lights they dim as her clothes fall off she said,
you've got to make this count.
And I replied,
well I'm a little shy god you smell so nice and I
I don't know if this feels right,
and she says baby hold on tight for one hell of a ride.

So here we go,
she's coming over tomorrow afternoon
crawling back for more.
And I want her too,
but for selfish reasons my conscience never left her room.
Tell me what's a boy to do?
So maybe take those clothes off,
we've work to do.

This night if far from over baby,
you know the way we move feels right
it's this bed where we'll do all our fighting.
and in the morning we can analyze
how many breaths we take
to beats our hearts made
it's written on your face.
I guess I'll just have to face it,
another drink and I'm wasted.

Now can you feel that energy pouring out of you and me?
Can you see it? We were never meant to be.
You created a monster just wait, just wait and see
You're nothing but another one night stand to me
to me, to me.

This night is far from over baby,
you know the way we move feels right.
It's this bed were we'll do all the fighting
and in the morning we can analyze
how many breaths we take
to beats our heart made
it's written on your face.
I guess I'll just have to face it,
another drink and I'm wasted.

Another drink and I'm wasted.
Another drink and I'm wasted.
Another drink and I'm wasted.