| Tonight I’ll sit around pushing my shit down the drain
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| Using a plunger and a clothespin while I wrangle with the chain
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| Tonight I’ll have potato chips
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| Watch my favorite shows
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| Then watch some infomercials
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| Then watch some TV snow
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| Tonight I’ll have 9 or 10 beers
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| Tonight I’ll talk on the telephone mindlessly until my ear
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| Burns from the feeling from the strain of active nothing
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| Tonight I’ll avoid my hopes and fears
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| Tonight I’ll play shitloads of video games
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| Tonight I’ll decide too late to go get on the train
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| And play out my stupid, misguided version of fun
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| Tonight I’ll get stupid fucking drunk
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| And be an idiot, ashamed of what I’ve done
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| Tonight I’ll bang out another shitty song that’s unsatisfying
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| It’s been so fucking long
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| Since it really felt any other way
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| Tonight I’ll crumple up these lyrics
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| And throw them away
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| Tonight I’ll make promises I know I’ll never keep
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| Tonight I’ll talk on the telephone wishing I had the energy to sleep
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| Tonight I’ll sit around and bitch
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| Tonight I’ll get hungry staring at the mustard in my empty fridge
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| Maybe tomorrow I won’t smoke no cigarettes
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| Maybe tomorrow I won’t look back on tonight with vomit soaked regrets
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| Maybe tomorrow I won’t drown myself in spite
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| Maybe tomorrow I could try
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| And tomorrow could be better than tonight
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| Sleep well and dream
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| Plastic pillows that give way to someplace green
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| Sleep well and dream |