Carry me home, got my blue nail polish on It's my favorite color and my favorite tone of song I don't really wanna break up, we got it going 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 And not simple, it's 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 (deeper) Harder and harder (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 Like the future and those things 'Cause there's nothing for me to think about Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing

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

You should've known better Than to have, to let her Get you under her spell of the weather I got you where I want you You did it, I never I'm falling for forever I'm playing head games with you Got you where I want you I got you, I got you I got you where I want you now

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

It's not one of those phases I'm going through Or just a song, it's not one of them
I'm on my own
On my own
On my own again
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again

Source: LyricsFind

Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Rick Nowels