I'm not coming to work
Tell them anything
I am on the highway and it's too late
I am the shit again
I have thrown it all away
I have burned my apartment building down
The sun is shining and nothing has ever been wrong
Nothing has ever been wrong
And will not be
If you meet me on New Year's Day
Just down the road in Orlando
With good news, Christmas is over
I keep forgetting where you live
Cause you seem to come from nowhere
You win, ain't it just over
Ain't it just over
Silence on the other end
You think I'm crazy, and I'm about to drop the phone
Get back to going my own way
She says Stop, you troubled child.
Let me wrap your arms around
And let the night decide before I make up my mind,
Cause it means something again,
It means the end.'
Will you meet me on New Year's Day
Just down the road when the bars close,
With good news, and Christmas is over
I keep forgetting where you live
Cause you seem to come from nowhere
You win
Ain't it just over
You're not even here and it squeezes my neck
'What a day,' the bus driver says
Who am I? How will I let her go?
How will I ever let her know
That it means something again?
I'm not coming to work, tell em anything
Tell em that I'm sick, tell em I'm too well
I'm so bored i'm ashamed
I'm so mad I could end it