Being awake is just another inconvenience today because really i'd rather be away
But through bi-nightly moods I can somehow say that I still think of you the same
And with everything I have to offer
How can I really blame one more tired-eyed ultimatum on the fact that i'm really the same as you
Because you'll deny it until you're blue
Some days it doesn't seem to matter what i'd say
Or how I look at you because it's always going to be the wrong way
I'm f*cked when it's "everything's great, everything's fine"
Because I know with a spit and a sigh, tonight you'll have me vilified