Carry Me Home

I feel on top of the world Across the bar saw my ex-best girl I might make a move, I might make amends So I told her this: I've got a lot on my mind and Got you a drink if you'd like to go Baby let's roll, can I come home? Then she said "Shut up, don't you speak You do this to me every week And I won't carry you home" Oh girl you got me so fucked up That I could run around the world But I won't, so carry me home Saying words, don't know what they mean But I know you belong with me I think I better slow down Slow it down (or not) She's like "Don't come around" And I should just be alone I know you're making a joke I'm coming back home Love-struck I'm oblivious, oh yes you know For you I don't mind making a fool of myself; Oh no It goes a lot like this I've got plans and a feeling It's no ordinary evening No, I'm on a roll, I'm coming back home