You go and I'll stay.
Why would I put clothes on to see some guy you like more than me?
But you should go and I'll be ok.
I promised myself I'd finally start that book I've been meaning to read
about the French Revolution.

You go and I'll stay.
Why would I leave the house to go see some guy who sings better than me?
And you come home to me smelling like booze, humming his tunes.
I'm rolling over and it's lights out for this lightweight.