It's five o'clock, I'm on my way home
I don't want you to be alone
It's just my luck to see a group of my friends
You know the story, you know how it ends
We're at the Model with a couple of ales
Another round, you know it never fails
I check my watch and it's a quarter 'til nine
I'm kinda drunk and I'm feelin' fine

I'm in my cups, I'm feeling no pain
I have to go but I just can't refrain
Because the lads have bought one more round
My head is swimming and I'm falling down
I cannot walk, no, I cannot stand
Two of the boys have to give me a hand
I'm laughing hard because I am well spent
Hope you're not mad, you're not totally bent

I get home and you are not there
I guess you're right because it really is fair
You left a note that said you're out with a mate
I fucked up and now it's my turn to wait
I am sorry for the hurt that I caused
I should have thought, I should have paused
So take a lesson, don't be stupid or lame
'Cause when she's gone you'll have no one to blame