Ass Back Home

I don't know, where you're going

Or when you're coming home

I left the keys under the mat to our front door

For one more chance to hold you close

I don't know, where you're going

Just get your ass back home

We both knew this type of life didn’t come with instruction

So I’m trying to do my best to make something out of nothing

And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact

When you call and I don’t even know what city I’m at

Or what day of the week in the middle of the month

In a year I don’t recall

It’s like my life’s on repeat and the last time we spoke

I told you I wouldn’t be long,

That was last November, now December’s almost gone

I’d apologize but I don’t realize what I’m doing wrong

I don’t know, where you’re going

Or when you’re coming home

I left the keys under the mat to our front door

For one more chance to hold you close

I don’t know, where you’re going

Just get your ass back home

And you’ve been nothing but amazing

And I never take that for granted

Half of these birds would have flew the coop

But you, you truly understand it

And the fact you stood beside me,

Every time you heard some bogusness

You deserve a standing o ‘cause they’d a just been over it

Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk

Like we don’t hear what they saying

Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk

We’ll just drive by and keep waving

Cause you and I above all that

Just let them wallow in it

Now they all choked up, yuck

Cause they be swallowing it

I don’t know, where you’re going

Or when you’re coming home

I left the keys under the mat to our front door

For one more chance to hold you close

I don’t know, where you’re going

Just get your ass back home

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh oh~

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh oh~

I don’t care what you’re after

As long as I’m the one, no

I don’t care why you’re leaving

You’ll miss me when you’re gone

I'm coming home

Don't forget me

When I come back

I'm coming home

Don't forget me

When I come back home

I don’t know, where you’re going

Or when you’re coming home

I left the keys under the mat to our front door

For one more chance to hold you close

I don’t know, where you’re going

Just get your ass back home.