Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on,
It's my favorite color in my favorite tone that's on
I don't really wanna break up, we got it goin' on,
It's what you gathered from my talk but you were wrong
It's not easy for me to talk about,
A half life in lost dreams
It's not simple, trigonometry
It's hard to express, I can't explain
Ever since my baby went away,
It's been the blackest day,
It's been the blackest day.
All I hear is Billie Holiday,
It's all that I play,
It's all that I play
Because I'm going deeper and deeper,
Harder and harder,
Getting darker and darker
Looking for love
In all the wrong places,
Oh my God
In all the wrong places,
Oh my God
Carry me home, got my new car and my gun,
Wind in my hair, holding your hand, listen to a song
Carry me home, don't wanna talk about the things to come,
Just put your hands up in the air, the radio on.
'Cause there's nothing for us to talk about,
