Sitting counting cars
If that's what life's become
Cruising down the street
Tryna have some fun
Spent some time alone
It's just what I need
I can't go back home
Because I lost the keys
Who's that pretty girl
Sitting all alone
Couldn't get her number
Cause I lost my phone
If it doesn't work out
Then baby that's fine
I'll just have to move on
And find me a dime
I'm not comin home
I'm not comin home
I want you to know
That I'm not coming home
Face so handsome
It's almost a curse
Distracted in my mirror
When I rehearse
So damn pretty
It's almost a crime
Got pulled over for speeding
The cop called me fine
Slipping and tripping
My lace got caught
Boosting a stereo
In front of a cop
Threw my shoe in a river
For something to lose
I only need a dollar
For gas and I'll cruise
I'm not comin home
I'm not comin home
I just wanna roam
I'm not comin home
I'm not comin home
I'm not comin home
I want you to know
That I just wanna roam
We could start our own
I'm not comin home
I'm not comin