Home Tonight

well they tell me there’s a hundred ways to fight but I only need a few of them tonight ‘cause there’s no way to prove if what’s killing me’s got the best of you and my speculation’s sputtering again plenty reason I should turn the other way but the reasoning is wearing thin today I confess that I hate nothing quite so much as an empty slate and I‘m running out of time to run along I’m not coming home tonight I’m not coming home tonight ‘til I can’t remember what was wrong with me well they tell me there’s a hundred ways to fight and I’m hoping not to use them all tonight ‘cause there’s no way to prove if what’s killing me’s got the best of you and my speculation’s sputtering again when you’re looking hard enough all the edges frayed and rough nothing much to recommend leaves you empty so I’m not coming home tonight I’m not coming home tonight ‘til I can’t remember what was wrong with me ‘cause there’s no way to prove when you win, then you lose and there’s no…