I took the truck up to Boston
Don’t make it up there too often
High beams on, it starts to pour
Radio loud, I-84
Got the crew back together
It feels like it’s been forever
But after a drink, they left the bar
What’d you expect? They know how we are
‘Cause I know it goes bad to worse, you said it first
It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
‘Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
So I stayed overnight
But I got going at first light
I left a note, “Happy New Year”
Under an empty bottle of beer
And drove straight back to work
My head still throbbing, my throat sore
But when I got home and opened the door
I wasn’t surprised to see your bag on the floor
‘Cause I know it goes bad to worse, you said it first
It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
‘Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
Clothes still on, wake up on the floor
Don’t think I need to make this trip anymore
‘Cause half of me knows it’s gonna get dark
But when you come around, I fall apart
‘Cause I know it goes bad to worse, you said it first
It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
‘Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
It goes bad to worse, you said it first
It’s hopeless, we can’t lift that curse
‘Cause we both know we ain’t got self-control
And I’ll always come when you bang on my door
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