That's All She Wrote

We're down on a back road
Both in the back seat
Of your white car
And I'm getting no sleep
My legs are hanging
All over the place
Your head down my skirt
You really know me

But I can't wait
To get back home
You're right here with me
But I feel so alone

It's two months later
I've met a blonde girl
She's so much younger
Works in my favour
Got a career and
So many prospects
I think she loves me
I'm like her object

And I can't wait
To get back home
I hope that she's there
With her microscope

Lay down the law now
It's so much thicker
A bloody punch that
Moved like a quaver
I bet she's guessing
My new location
I've got a hunch
I'm doxed in the paper

But I can't wait
To get back home
Dead at the scene
And that's all she wrote

(I can't wait to get back home)
(I can't wait to get back home)