Thirteen Hours کے بول

Is it my fault that you never got home? If we'd taken the train, I guess you would've got home I was so tired of lugging those bags around We hopped in a cab, you were so excited To stretch out in bed, it was such a long flight Thirteen hours of trying to fall asleep Judy and me crossing the street She said, what did you leave for the cabbie? That's such a bad tip She walked back to give him some more I heard tires come screaming around the corner Some drunk asshole saying he was so sorry One broken hand, two bruised ribs, and one hospital gown If you weren't such a cheap bastard I'd be at home Oh, I'm not made of money, you should have left it alone As soon as I say it, she looks at me so surprised Of course it's your fault that I never got home