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Text: Bowling For Soup. Corndog.

I was all alone on a Saturday night
the funny thing is, we didn't even have a fight
I stayed up all night crying, slept all day, missed the game
Inside i think i'm dying, i just can't figure out how she slipped away

I was out all night one day in Dallas
And the strangest thing is, i can't remember a thing
I was drunk and drinking, woke up in my best friend's car
My friends say i got crazy, still need to find out how she slipped away

I have no idea what i did,
she just told me, "have someone check your head"
Let me ask you, do you think i was wrong?
Trying too hard, maybe i came on too strong?

Trying to find, trying to find, trying to find, trying to find a reason not to leave your side
Trying to find, trying to find an answer before i lose my mind

I was at a club real late last Tuesday,
and the weirdest thing is, i can't remember her name
I stayed up all night trying to make her face, look just like yours
And she ended up crying, i still need to find out how she slipped away

I have no idea what i did
she just told me, "have someone check your head"
Let me ask you, do you think i was wrong?
Trying to hard, maybe i came on too strong?

Trying to find, trying to find, trying to find, trying to find a reason not to leave your side
Trying to find, trying to find an answer before i lose my mind [x2]