Officer

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads

Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over

Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank in his pajamas

I only got ten dollars

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

It's been a long road and I feel awful

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

And that's all, that's all, that's all

She has company and I've walked into the wrong room

So I go to the bathroom and I wash my hands in sulfur water

A twitterpated buzz is coming off of her

My admiration forces me to leave her

She asks me to stay but I've outgrown her, so I'm

Back in my car and I get pulled over

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

It's been a long road and I feel awful

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

And that's all, that's all, that's all

With a warning I check my wipers and defog

I notice my mind is on the floor

But I must move onward

So I pick a song and I sing along

While lofty dreams dance on and on

Over a place I'll live forever

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

It's been a long road and I feel awful

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

And that's all, that's all

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

It's been a long road and everything's awkward

I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer

And that's all, that's all, that's all

*Cru