Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on
It’s my favorite color and my favorite tone of song
I don’t really wanna break up, we got it going on
It’s what you gathered from our talk, but you were wrong
It’s not easy for me to talk about
I have heavy heart-strings
I’m not simple, it’s trigonometry
It’s hard to express
I can’t explain
Ever since my baby went away
It’s been the blackest day, it’s been the blackest day
All I hear is Billie Holiday
It’s all that I play
It’s all that I play
Because I’m going deeper and deeper (deeper)
Harder and harder (harder)
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
In all the wrong places
Oh my God
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun
Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to our song
Carry me home, don’t wanna talk about the things to come
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on
Cause there’s nothing for us to talk about
Like the future and those things
Cause there’s nothing for me to think about
Now that he’s gone, I can’t feel nothing
