You got so much to say but mean nothing at all
How many times are you gonna make me trip and fall?
Ball and chain round your neck with my name upon it
You’re giving all your love but girl I don’t want it.

D’you ever hear little bird cry in the morning sun?
She’s all alone outside ain’t got anyone
Flew the nest on a quest for some peace of mind
Flying south from the cold I do it all of the time

I turn my back and I’m hit from hell
Now it’s getting late and I ain’t doing too well
If you would take it all back, I’ll see ya then

Pass my phone, pass my joint and then pass me some water
You ain’t taking this conversation any farther
Wake and bake, steak and shake I guess the night went well
But what the future holds, oh well you never can tell.

I turn my back and I’m hit again
Ain’t seen that face since way back when
I can take it all back
Still be screaming “see ya later”
When the morning comes I won’t be home