Gone B4 Yr Home

No shopping no choice

I can't stay here and listen to your voice

I'll be gone before you're home

And if you want to know where I went to

Baby you can read it in my note

It says I went to be alone

Yeah babe
I know I make about twice the money you make

But of course I'm never called a stupid whore or a fake

And I don't structure my life
Around fear of murder dismemberment or rape

But I hardly see what that has to do with our relationship

Now if you want to know where I went to

Baby you can read it in my note

It says I went to be alone