Been about three days and I'm coming backI'm about four minutes from a heart attackAnd I think you make me a maniacBut you don't knowTwo years and we're in betweenBut we've both been males since we were seventeenHere we go, fist fight in the limousineBut they don't knowAnd we both hope there's somethingBut we both, both keep runningAnd it's a closed discussionAnd I'm thinking, damn, if these walls could talkWell, they'd be like*** is crazy, right?I ain't your baby no moreBeen about two weeks since you went awayI'm about halfway through a cabernetThere I go, I'm wasting a solid daySitting at homeTold my new roommate not to let you inBut she's so damn good with a bobby pinNow you're gonePlay meLike a violin hitting these notesAnd we both hope there's somethingBut we both, both keep runningAnd it's a closed discussionAnd I'm thinking, damn, if these walls could talkWell, they'd be like*** is crazy, right?I ain't your baby no moreHeyHeyNo moreNo moreThat ain't your baby no moreHey