I wake up at two o’clock The trash can smells like beer again I look in the mirror Feel like Nathaniel Fisher
I’ve got these photos of you From three years ago in June And back when we were young I swear you looked just like the springtime I’m dreaming about you again
I’m always out of money I’m always out of touch I’m cried myself to sleep again I know that that’s not punk I pass out at two a.m. I lost my self respect again I’m dreaming about you again
Someday I’ll convince my brain To quit painting pictures of your face I’m dreaming about you again
