Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done anyhow.



Made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah. 



I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a 

long, long time 



Stuck inside your dream so long it wears you down and grows you old....and 

that's a fact 



Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time....it'll be back soon 



I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives, but now I'm not so 

sure at all 



Come home 

Why don't you come home I could not remember why you left 

And I'd rather been happy than right this time 



Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba 



Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense...more or less 



He says "common sense is such a scam", and I'm like 'Dad, what do you mean?, oh' 



He says "you're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever 

you chose"....but I know...



That anger's all right..and bitterness no.



Cold uncontrollably sad, and unable to let it go.



And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar 

Well I don't know (repeats x6) 



Called in sick to work today I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done