In the morning I've got to try not to sleep all day
The reason to get up is a 1000 miles away
I had more than I could pay, a simple cliche
An early morning toast to as good as it gets
To all the Romeo's and the Julliette's
To my lost lovers and my lost bets
To coffee, beer and cigarettes
I only go out to buy some food
I'm a junkie food expert
Who drinks more than he should
And I lost my reason, my bad, my good
I lost it all since we broke up for good
I cry, cry, over you
I cry, cry, over you
Staring into the future with nothing to see
But broken images of you and me
While history shows exactly what I need
What I want to have and how I want to be
It hurts in my head in my legs in my hands
It's all I do or talk about with my friends
And I lost my faith and my confidence
Somebody tell me where this nightmare ends