Don't you dare.

Honey, it's burning,
and the girls are getting sick up in the bathroom,
while their boyfriends pick up chicks.
And, darling I'm lost,
I heard you whispering that night in fountain square.
Trashed filled streets made me wish we were heading home.
There was love inside the basement, where that woman used to lie.
In a sleeping bag we shared upon the floor almost every night.
Oh, darling I'm drunk,
and everything that I have loved has turned to stone,
so pack your bags and come back home.

Yeah, I'm wasted,
you can taste it.
Don't look at me that way.
Cause' I'll be hanging from a rope.

If he was a fire,
he'd burn out before I wake.
And be replaced by pounds of whiskey, cigarettes, and outer space.
Then somebody moves and everything you thought you had has gone to shit.
We've got a lot,
don't ever forget that.

Don't fucking move,
cause' everything you think you have will go to shit.
We've got a lot,
don't you dare forget that.