mostly i sleep it off

it's easier in the morning

to shrug off the evening's

drunken pathetic pleas

'cause the night's tragic rambling

is the next day's apologies

so if you can sit tight

'till the sun hits the blinds

we can settle everything,

oh no.



turning on a dime

i just can't trust my instincts

one day my heart beats with passion

the next it waxes back

if i seem a little callused

i assure you it's just a scratch

so if you can hold on

'till the mood swings are gone

then we might just have a chance,

oh no.



baby, i quit

i just can't fake it anymore

i'm a dull, jaded, selfish, abusive

disfunctional fuck-up

i needed to be rescued

i'm stranded on myself

and i can't escape from this island i made

i'm afraid i never will,

oh no