The days pass on by, like a train as I stare into space
Just daydreaming with a nightmare taking its place
And no, i have no clue how the hell i was made
But it's better that way because there's no use trying to retrace
Your steps or your days
Girl of course we can get together sometime
But let me spoil the ending, i'm not the guy
That you're searching for, not even close
But I'm here if youre looking just to pass the time
And if that's it, then im your guy
I've got a girl on the phone, she's teaching me how to lie
I've got notes in my pockets, they're gonna teach me to die
I've got a song in my throat, but it never survives
So i cough it up, and its dead and covered with flies
And I think that is life
In the middle of parties I like to find an empty room
Lay down on the floor, maybe try calling you
When i get your machine, i don't know what to do
Then my friends barge in accompanied by more booze
Then i know exactly what to do.
