The party has ended, the hostess passed out.
I put her to bed, and then locked up her house.
It's one in the morning, I've just started thinking
there's maybe a problem, cuz I ain't done drinking.
A full moon is shining, and I'm half-way through
two-fifths of jaeger, with nothing to do.
I can't go to sleep, cuz the nightmares I've had
are increasing in number, increasingly bad...
The cops have my guns, and my home isn't "home"
and I can't bear the thought of staying here alone.
They say, "12 Step Programs should be your new scene."
They say, "You're still young, girl, you're still kinda green..."
But they don't know what I know, and I know it all,
which means that I'm facing one helluva fall,
but three-fifths of jaeger is my new "last call"
and I know what I know, which means I know it all.
The teen-somethings passed out 11:05,
and I'm still walking straight and able to drive.
Sex with three men, yet I'm ready for more...
Does that really make me a nympho-mode whore???
What happened to "Let's tear this little town down!!!"?
Why am I still awake, the last one still around?
What's wrong with me, that I can't get my fill
of the party-crowd, stupidness, booze and the pills?
I should be the one who is sleeping in bed,
instead of staying up, restless instead...
with not enough liquor and not enough weed,
and not enough love to fulfill all my needs?
God please forgive me, if I should give up,
but I can't take this anymore... enough is enough.