I know you like the party, but the party never stops.
I know you.
I know you want to be here, so you just let go.
And no one is ever going to tell you no.
But I want to, because I know you.

But you party on, get your party on.

This is my last advice,
Leave with me ‘cause you could die tonight.
I’ve got this, so go ahead home.
The drugs you use as a place to hide.
This will end bad if you don’t get this right.
I’ve got this. I don’t need you.

You got kicked out of your mother’s house.
You stole money from her purse.
She finally found you out.
You should be ashamed.
Don’t sit there judging me.
What a waste.
You would be the same if you were me.
So let’s have another drink.

February is still as scary, the month your father died.
A little girl in a shrinking world,
looking for a place to hide.