He called me really late last night

I could tell that he'd been drinking

His words slurred together

Said, "baby, I've been thinking..."

Well I don't need another reason

To wish he'd disappear

Yeah, come on

Have another beer

He said, "I'm real sorry

for treating you so bad.

And I'm real sorry, baby

for getting so mad."

Well, I don't need another reason

To wish he'd go away

And I don't wanna hear

One more thing he has to say

Cause I keep waking up

To an empty bed

And he's been spending everynight

At the bar with his friends

So I don't need no help

Hating him at all

He's been parked on the couch

Watching football

And he's screaming at the tv

While yelling at me

To bring him another beer

Yeah, I'll be right there

I don't need another reason