| I bet these days he wonders my loves mean, | 
| Stay out too late, come home shitfaced, can’t stop laughing about it | 
| I bet these days she wishes she could kill me, | 
| I never answer, doesn’t matter, can’t stop laughing about it | 
| Too young to get it right, | 
| too young to make it serious tonight | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you, | 
| can’t keep myself away from | 
| You give me loving, that good kind of loving, | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you | 
| I remember times I would disappear all night | 
| Stay up waiting, watching headlights, something don’t feel right | 
| But it’s been a real long time, and I think we’re doing all right | 
| And sometimes I still mess it up, and I can’t stop laughing about it | 
| Too young to get it right, too young to make it serious tonight | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you, | 
| can’t keep myself away from | 
| You give me loving, that good kind of loving, | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you | 
| Everything you see is what I’ll never be, | 
| And I’ll just keep trying to change your mind, | 
| One day all my dreams’ll come running back to me, | 
| I love the way you’re looking every night | 
| But it means the world to me to see you smile | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you, | 
| can’t keep myself away from | 
| You give me loving, that good kind of loving, | 
| Oh, I keep on coming home to you |