Tell me when you're gonna get here
So I can know how long I'll go, pretending to sip at this shit beer
Cause I think it's gross, but we both know, that empty hands are inviting
Plastic cups and my cell phone are frankly not that exciting
The liquid confidence in my cup's getting somewhat enticing
I take a drink and I take a smoke and suddenly it's a party
I leave my post
Wallflower where did you go, did you make it back home?
I've had too much to drink, and I think that I'm stoned
If I can't find you again, I think that I'll Shit! My! Pants
I'm too drunk to go home, will you take me back home
She said
Tell me when you're gonna get here
So I can know how long I'll go, watching you move on the dance floor
Though we both know as for as dancing goes you're not that exciting
Plastic cups and my cell phone have become my only companions
The liquid confidence in your cup's made you self unaware now
I can't go on feeling lonely and second hand embarrassed
I grab my coat
Wallflower where did you go, did you make it back home?
I've had too much to drink, and I think that I'm stoned
If I can't find you again, I think that I'll Shit! My! Pants
I'm too drunk to go home, will you take me back home