Life is stupid, when you're living at home
Feeling useless, when you're using alone
Something's hurting, wiping shit in your eye
Nothings working, when you're fixing to die
Not Tonight
You were drinking, I was smoking at home
You were singing, with your hand on the stove
You were snorting, some promiscuous shit
I know you're wishing, I'd be on Exeter's list
Not Tonight