| I might as well just sleep it off
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| Wishful thinking’s got my wires crossed (whoa ho ho)
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| When I’m desperate and alone
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| I know I know I know how low I go
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| So i’ll just drive and disappear
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| And maybe if I’m luckier than now this time next year
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| No one I know will know my name
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| It’s either change or go or I’ll explode today
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| I’ll leave a note on my machine
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| Unplug the phone and finish packing all my things
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| I found a photograph of me
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| Its been such a slow decay
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| Day to day I don’t even recognize my own face
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| I had another breakdown
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| And I’m floating face down
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| I might as well just sleep it off
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| Wishful thinking’s got my wires crossed (whoa ho ho)
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| When I’m desperate and alone
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| I know I know I know how low I go
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| I’m gonna sleep it off
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| This sinking feeling of always feeling lost
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| Hasn’t been that long
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| Six years' worth of always being wrong
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| I met an old friend out on the street
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| Traded stories and out-of-date memories
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| And she has a photograph of me
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| It’s been such a slow decay day to day
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| Did we seem much happier in those days?
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| Its been such slow decay
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| Day to day I don’t even recognize my face
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| I know I know I know how low I go |