Party of One - Brandi Carlile, Sam Smith

Waiter send this to the table, the party of one

The only other lonely soul in this place

And so you’re finishing up your coffee

But then where’re you gonna run?

Where’d you get that look on your face?

You should always let the sun go down on your anger

Let it burn you to sleep

Bring it closer to danger

To surrender and retreat

Sing your sad soul to sleep

I loved you the first time I saw you

And you know I love you still

But I am tired

And I am yours

Don’t even think about your freedom or taking that flight

Or going back upon your promise after fighting for the right

Because your eggshells and your «I» statements and your weaponized words

Are paper tigers now

Oh your constant overthinking and your secretive drinking

Are making you more and more alone

And girl, you can slam the door behind you, it ain’t never gonna close

Because when you’re home, you’re already home

I am tired

I am tired

I don’t wanna go home anymore

I don’t wanna throw stones anymore

I don’t wanna take part in the war

I loved you the first time I saw you

And you know I love you still

I loved you the first time I saw you

And you know I love you still

I don’t wanna be right anymore

Lord, I don’t wanna fight anymore

I’m not taking your side anymore

I am tired

I am not my own

And I am leaving

Oh, I am tired

But I’m coming home

'Cause I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours

I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours