(Verse) I'm don't want to commit you again 
I don't want to hit you ever 
Something just has to be done 
The whole thing is getting out of hand (Verse) 
They don't want you sleeping out in the car 
Falling out on the bathroom floor 
If I have to 
I'll load you up 
Drive you all the way to 
Betty Ford (Chorus) 
As the sun picks through the window 
For the fifteen time this year 
And you sprung out on the concrete 
In what you wore to the party (Verse) 
I can own up to my actions 
I can deal with the corresponded guilt 
Something just had to be done 
To tear down the walls you built (Chorus x2) 
As the sun picks through the window 
For the fifteen time this year 
And you sprung out on the concrete 
In what you wore to the party (Outro) 
In what you wore to the party 
In what you wore to the party