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Initially, you might think this song were about a one night stand or something. But then as the lyrics go on, you realise it is a story about a girl who is re-initiating a night of intimacy with someone she had a past with.

You are not a friend - you are nothing, kind of depicts a resentment. Then it follows with a sense of self consciousness. I think I should be more confident in my skin and not focusing so much on my resentment towards you.

"Burned out flames should never re-ignite. But I thought you might..." - I should never have gone back to that old place of comfort and intimacy with this person again, because you can not re-ignite an old emotional spark between two people. But still, "take me home" and remind me of that place we used to be at together once before.

Then she depicts a sense of overwhelming emotion when he comes close to her, and her fear that he may realise the power he has over her and in having kept her from sleeping for nights at a time. This time she says "But I thought you might - take me home" - as in, but I thought you might take me back to that place I felt home, comforted, familiar, like before. And so, although this might make her feel powerless, unconfident, and maybe even bad about herself afterward, she really just wants to feel like home again even for just a moment.

This song to be is a little bittersweet. It is super sensual and intimate, and yet deeply sad, because it is as if she is trying to fill an inner void of loneliness through this one night and imagine she is back in a place she used to feel at home and intimate with someone in her past.

I was drunk again, causing accidents. Oh, you're not a friend, you're nothing. I think I should be a little more confident. In myself, In my skin. Take me, take me, home. Take me, take me, home.

'cause I don't stand a chance in these four walls And he don't recognize me anymore. Burned out flames should never re-ignite. But I thought you might...

Take me, take me, home. Take me, take me, home.

Now he's moving close, My heart in my throat. I won't say a word, But I think he knows... that I've hardly slept, since the niht he left. His body always kept, mine inside of it. Keep nightmares out, give me mouth to mouth. I can't live without ya, take me to your house.

Take me, take me, home. Take me, take me, home. (Take, take, take, take.) Take me, take me, home. (Me, me, me, me.) Take me, take me, home. (Home, home, home.)

But I thought you might...

Take me, take me, home, home. Take me, take me, home, home. Home.

lyrics are pretty clear. def happened to me before. shes drunk,causing accidents.hes there but she cant call him a friend or anything.hes nothing a stranger.she needs to be more confident in herself,shes probably looking at him from afar,with big dopey eyes begging him to taker her home. she doesnt stand a chance by his presence. she turns into mush whenever hes around. but he doesnt care for her anymore.old flames should never re-ignite too much history. but she wants differently with him.she wants him quite badly. hes getting closer to her.shes nervous, shes a wreck. she wants him. she needs him.shes begging him to take her home without saying a word. ive def been in this position, where no words are spoken to each other but youre looking at the other person, wishing and hoping theyll take you home. to rekindle the fire again. they never do take you home though