Lyrics by Amanda Tennyson
If you stay out late
When you said goodbye and asked if I was Ok.
I said I was but the truth is I'm all over the place.
Another night out with the boys.
And here I am in alone again.
It's not that I don't like my own company.
It's because you chose nights out over me.
I'm tired of loneliness being the only friend that I see .
And your out there with your mates making foggy memories.
Like I said before you went to leave,
I will give to about quarter to 3.
And then I'm locking the door,
I'm not sitting up waiting for you no more.
(Chorus)
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain.
How it went from a drink
To me being upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
About not coming in from nights out fucking late.
(Verse 2)
It's only gone 10 o'clock and I already know,
that 2.45 it's going to be a no show.
You will probably be given the choice,
of going home or going to the club.
By then you will be a few drinks down.
You will be thinking I'm sleeping she won't mind.
Forgetting in the morning I will be be a stick if dynamite.
And you've just lit my fuse.
This is why when you left I was so confused.
(Chorus)
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain,
how it went from a drink,
to me being really upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
about not coming in from nights out fucking
late.
Your messing with me,
time keeping is a triviality.
It's the thought that you don't want to be here with me.
Rather be out in the cold,
with your mates and who knows.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong,
everything is fine till the weekend comes along.
I wish you knew what it did to us,
turning my mind into a brain circus.
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain.
How it went from a drink
to me being really upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
about not coming in from nights out fucking late.
I said I was but the truth is I'm all over the place.
Another night out with the boys.
And here I am in alone again.
It's not that I don't like my own company.
It's because you chose nights out over me.
I'm tired of loneliness being the only friend that I see .
And your out there with your mates making foggy memories.
Like I said before you went to leave,
I will give to about quarter to 3.
And then I'm locking the door,
I'm not sitting up waiting for you no more.
(Chorus)
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain.
How it went from a drink
To me being upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
About not coming in from nights out fucking late.
(Verse 2)
It's only gone 10 o'clock and I already know,
that 2.45 it's going to be a no show.
You will probably be given the choice,
of going home or going to the club.
By then you will be a few drinks down.
You will be thinking I'm sleeping she won't mind.
Forgetting in the morning I will be be a stick if dynamite.
And you've just lit my fuse.
This is why when you left I was so confused.
(Chorus)
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain,
how it went from a drink,
to me being really upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
about not coming in from nights out fucking
late.
Your messing with me,
time keeping is a triviality.
It's the thought that you don't want to be here with me.
Rather be out in the cold,
with your mates and who knows.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong,
everything is fine till the weekend comes along.
I wish you knew what it did to us,
turning my mind into a brain circus.
If you stay out late there won't be a bed.
You will be beside the dog in her basket.
Or on the sofa, you can take your pick.
And just don't wake me up when you get in.
I will see you in the morning for you to explain.
How it went from a drink
to me being really upset again.
And why can't you stick to the rules that we make,
about not coming in from nights out fucking late.