I get home and lock myself in the room
They don’t get an explanation I just let them all assume
Don’t ask me no questions and I promise I’ll be nice
I got a couple drinks, I like them cold with no ice
Then I pop on a show, I’m feelin’ like Westworld
Daydreaming about Delores in bigger better world
Could I have a girl like that, yeah maybe if I’m rich
Money always sounds the best when you need a good pitch
Then I switch to the spin-off of 90210
And switch the daydreams about how things could go
Cali sun and pretty girls every time I go out
What I wouldn’t do to marry Miss Jessica Stroup
Imagining a life full of nice cars and gold
And that concludes today’s hopeless drunk episode