2 acessos
I might as well just sleep it off.
Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed.
When I'm desperate and alone,
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
So I'll just drive and disapprear,
And maybe if I'm lucky then by this time next year,
No one, I know, will know my name,
It's either change or go or I'll explode today.
I'll leave a note on my machine,
Unplug the phone and finish packing all of my things.
I found a photograph of me,
(And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day,
I don't even recognize my own face.
Had another break down,
And I'm falling face down.
I might as well just sleep it off.
Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed.
When I'm desperate and alone,
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I had to sleep it off.
The sinking feeling of always felling lost,
Has it been that long?
Six years worth of always being wrong.
I met an old friend out on the street,
Traded stories and out of date memories.
And she has a photograph of me,
It has been such a slow decay, day to day,
Did we seem much happier in those days?
(And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day,
I don't even recognize my own face.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.
I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.