I'm calling it a night
You're just not worth the time
I'm waiting by the phone
When I'm standing by your side
All I want is to go home
But I'm stuck here at this bar
Because you and your friends are drunk
And you don't have a fucking car
You've got your friends and I've got mine
They don't mix but that's alright
You don't mean a thing to me
So why does this matter?
I'm passed out on the couch
And you're blowing up my phone
Cause your friends abandoned you
And you have nowhere else to go
But I'm so comfortable right now
Safe and sound inside my home
I only have a half tank of gas
I think I'd rather be alone
You've got your friends and I've got mine
They don't mix but that's alright
You don't mean a thing to me
So why does this matter?
I'm nice to people who are nice to me
So why would I be nice to you?
I care for people who care about me
And I just don't care about you
You've got your friends and I've got mine
They don't mix but that's alright
You don't mean a thing to me
So why does this matter?