F**k Around Phase

Tuesday nights at the market

Playing all the straight guys at the bar

I've got a couple boys in my pocket

So I'm only here to break your heart

Don't come crying to me

I like drinking for free

You don't have to tell me how to behave

I'm in my fuck around phase

Last year I wasn't like this

Lost my balance and I fell hard

Wish I could blame it all on the circus

But you're the only clown that gave me scars

Put my art to the torch

Child of my own divorce

I don't wanna call my lawyer today

I'm in my fuck around phase

Sitting 'round the kitchen table

Telling everyone what happened last night

They say “Brighid, why're you being an asshole?”

'Cause Brighid wanna have a good time

You're shaking your head

But are you not entertained?

Making up for all my lost mistakes

I'm in my fuck around phase

Then I get home drunk

My keys misplaced

Guess I'm not going home today

I'm in my fuck around phase