Pitted [Slumber Version] Video (MV)

In the end you'll find me
Hanging out that second-story window
At that end-of-the-world-party
I was drinking Gold at
I had a toga on it was embarrassing

Why didn't anybody warn me
About the dangers of playing "I Never" with prosecco
Something is definitely bubbling up

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there's that one song on, I hope for Queen B
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
Those nights when I'd rather stay home

Dressing all black
Bitching on the kitchen counter in the corner with my girls
Playing "Marry, F*ck, Kill" with every actor
That's ever played James Bond

And we'll dance like our dads doing our Hotline Bling thing
God it's embarrassing, god we're embarrassing
And then the room it starts to spin

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there's that one song on, I hope for Queen B
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there's that one song on, I hope for Bowie
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
Those nights when I'd rather stay home

Those nights when I'd rather stay home
Those nights when I'd rather stay home