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