Lyrics

I'm never really satisfied Until i'm home early every night- A sort of bold social suicide Or a temporary place to hide There never was a plan tonight Until I showed up at your door Although I kind of knew all along That I would end up on your living room floor Hoping you don't mind There never is a gaurantee You might get really sick of me Right in the middle of our special night If you would leave, that would be all right I'm never really satisfied A slow kiss and a bottle of whine Doesn't make anything OK So i'm leaving anyway Hoping you don't mind