Bored again,
this is beginning to be a habit.
Been forming opinions before acceptance
of your newer value system,
and downing our afterhours
along with every drink in sight
of the latest fashion trend
that I'll never understand.
Drunk again
on everything I didn't get to
tell you. One by one, they line up
asking why I'm here.
Don't say I'm insincere,
this bottle's long ago since emptied
and the temperature went down an hour ago.
I stood up and declared
my love for what's not there.
And I'd break the arms of everyone,
if it would lead me to your bed
and get me inside your head.
And I'd take every last drop of this sea,
if it would help me understand,
or let me fall asleep instead
in a different bed.
Say that again?
I must've dozed off in between
the first verse and the second chance
that gets you away from me.
So this is the end of everything we had?
Appropriate, it seems to me,
that, from the bar room floor,
everything's the same to me.
Everything is the same to me
And I'd break the arms of everyone,
if it would lead me to your bed
and get me inside your head.
And I'd take every last drop of this sea,
if it would help me understand,
or let me fall asleep instead
in a different bed.