Oh my god, what's going on? This night got fucking weird. Drove so fast my brain got buzzed, and now I'm standing here. Met so many faces that will probably forget me. Boy, I bet I look so grown up, shirt tucked in my jeans. And now after it all, I just really want to call my dad. My dad. I feel so broke up, I want to go home. No, I feel so broke up, I want to go home. We went dancing on the roof and took some girls uptown. Started fighting with my friends, and I can't find him now. Hit some bars and saw some bras and found a house to sleep. Forgot my retainer, could you not be mad at me? Because now after it all, I'm just standing here to call my dad. My dad. I feel so broke up, I want to go home. No, I feel so broke up, I want to go home. No, I feel so broke up, I want to go home. No, I feel so broke up, I want to go home.