Thirteen Hours - Andy Shauf

Is it my fault that you never got home?

If we’d taken the train, I guess you would’ve got home

I was so tired of lugging those bags around

We hopped in a cab, you were so excited

To stretch out in bed, it was such a long flight

Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep

Judy and me crossing the street

She said, «What did you leave for the cabbie?»

«That's such a bad tip», she walked to give him some more

I heard tires come screaming around the corner

Some drunk asshole saying he was so sorry

One broken hand, two bruised ribs, and one hospital gown

If you weren’t such a cheap bastard, I’d be at home

I’m not made of money, you should’ve left it alone

As soon as I say it, she looks at me so surprised

Of course it’s your fault that I never got home