get out of bed, now stumble 'round no thoughts of me to entertain i'm the farthest thing, in many ways
no, i could never love any different than how i'm used to thinking about the times i've faltered i'm sure it causes doubts and
you've got me thinking how i could gather some attention i'm hearing nothing, and that means nothing, and i mean nothing
go as far as you need, i'll make do with what i've got singing songs as i bleed, of the haves and have-nots take the time to cover your eyes smiling from the other side
the late night talk fantasies breathing i am no witness hoping that i'm wrong or that i can reclaim my title