Atlas Sound - Requiem For All The Lonely Teenagers With Passed Out Moms lyrics

So many things she's passed out drunk
I'm seventeen on the tv screen
A preacher sings glory be to him
I want to invite you home
I want to invite you home
I want to call you on the phone
But, it's too late
I know what you're dad would say
He'd say "it's too late to call"
I write you a note in ball point pen
I left it all in i slip it to you
In the hallways in the hallway
I want to ask you home
I want to invite you home
I don't want to be alone anymore
And in the hall
You slipped one back into my palm
It says "i'll never come home with you"
So after all I've been let down
I've been let down it's nothing new
I can handle it i can handle it