walk of shame - Darren Criss

Walk of shame

What a thing to be called, what a name

It ain’t right

It ain’t true on this beautiful day

'Cause there’s a soul that’s in my heart

And it’s started from the moment

I departed from your bedside, I know

I tried to go without you knowing I had gone

Oh my god

What a night, thanks, thanks a lot

There’s a pride

In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop

And though I look a little rough

Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff

I can’t complain

This ain’t the walk of shame

I said last night to you a morning

A morning for which I could not be late

You said that you appreciate the warning

You poured me so more wine

And said then there’s no time to waste

And although

It’s a pain that th train’s running slow

I don’t care

They can wait, the don’t know

That thre’s a smile on my face

From this melody you made

So fuck the way that people talk

Fuck my nine to five o’clock

I can say that this ain’t walk of shame