Walking to your house on Christmas Eve.
When your mind changed and I could not believe,
That you and I could drink and get real wild.
I'll pray nine months that I won't have a child.

Oh fade away, and you might think that I am not around.
Oh fade away, and you might think that I live underground.

Watching television in my room.
When you called me up and said that I was doomed.
I'll blame alcohol and blame the myself.
God bless the beer and Jaegermeister now.

Oh fade away, and you might think that I am not around.
Oh fade away, and you might think that I live underground.

And you might think that I am dumb for using you,
but I have to tell you that I'm not because I only live one time.
So I'm coming home, so I can forget you're name.