Haven't been home in a minute You could've called, said "Why you had to dip out? ", but you didn't When I get stoned, I'm reminiscin' Wish that I could tell you, even though I hate you I miss it
And I don't need to ask you where you've been I'm older now And I can tell you're drinking like a fish And you're gonna drown
Man of the house with the men in the sky I'm dizzy, I keep falling for the wrong guy Man up, I wanted to see you try But I'm not surprised Eye on the prize You can call me Bullseye
We talked on the phone, but we didn't You never did say sorry but I always hoped that you meant it And I was a kid, picked all the pieces Ended up with stained glass and a portrait of Jesus
And I don't need to ask you where you've been I'm older now And I can tell you weren't cut out for this And couldn't figure it out
Man of the house with the men in the sky I'm dizzy, I keep falling for the wrong guy Man up, I wanted to see you try But I'm not surprised Eye on the prize You can call me Bullseye
Compositor: Charleston Olivia Adams ECAD: Obra #29536098