I get bored too easily,
There goes my baby, with the bath water
And last night's beer, that made me seem sincere
Though I don't have much to offer

Because I put all my eggs in the blue milk crate
Basket on the back of my bike,
And I get drunk to be brave enough
To get you to stay the night

I get too scared to ever slow down
I get too high to ever get the lowdown

I get scared too easily,
There goes your baby, out the back door
I left cement in your head, intent in your bed,
Your dignity dead and my skirt on your floor

But the truth is that I'm gonna just head home,
I'm gonna get real sad, I'm gonna get real stoned
Gonna regret it, forget it, resent it,
And leave it alone

But honey, why ya bumming me out
I just wanted to make out on your couch
Honey, what ya talkin about
I just wanna get it on on your couch

I Just Wanted To Make Out On Your Couch

Zelda Zonk