BAD NIGHT IN BOISE                               © 2004 Acoustic Ross

I thought it might be nice to see you when I went on tour
Haven’t seen your face since you moved away last year
It was just gonna be a night on your couch
But now I’m feeling meaner than Osama the Grouch
Crashing with my ex, get me outta here

Well your new guy’s kinda balding and he looks overfed
But that chubby little twerp’s the one who’s in there sharing your bed
Well by morning we’ll see if I can survive
It’s torture but this song I’m writing’s keeping me alive
Crashing with my ex, can’t get it outta my head

   I’m crashing with my ex and I don’t know why
   Can’t catch any Z’s, no matter how I try
   If I stay any longer gonna go insane
   But it’s 8 more hours till I can catch a train
   Crashing with my ex, I think I’m gonna die

Well I’m glad you and what’s-his-name came to the show
And thanks for the ride but I really wasn’t ready to go
Now it’s probably just my own imagination
But as I lay here I think I hear fornication
Crashing with my ex, but I’m ready to blow

      So tonight I’m back to being an outsider
      But I can’t shake the thought of that little punk inside her
      Room

Now it’s not like I still want you to be my girl
There’s a beautiful girl out west, and she’s my whole world
So don’t take this as me just feeling jealous
But can’t you go one damn night without your new fella
Crashing with my ex, I think I’m gonna hurl

   I’m crashing with my ex, and I don’t know why
   Can’t catch one single Z but I could use a good cry
   Well the couch is too short and there’s a crick in my neck
   And my walkman isn’t covering the sound of all the sex
   Crashing with my ex, I think I’m gonna die

Well I’m playing her town again next year
But I’ll be damned if I’m sleeping here
Crashing with my ex
Crashing with my ex
Crashing with my ex
And this is goodbye.