I'm sober like a Sunday morning mass
Liars are lying to themselves
I'm lost or I'm losing everything
I'm wasted, I can't keep the night from falling down
Don't recreate this scene
All that shit, it means nothing
You just take it as it comes
And all those times you felt something
But your heart was on the run
I'm lonely like a lazy weekend
My feet never touch the ground
I'm drunk or I'm drinking everything
My face has blossomed like a flower now
To recreate the scene or reinvent the meanings
All that shit, it means nothing
You just take it as it comes
And all those times you felt something
But your heart was on the run
Somewhere along the way I lost my destination
And then I ended up in a thousand different places
Maybe we'll be somewhere by morning
We're never anywhere, never either coming or going
Yesterday means nothing to me
Yesterday is nothing but a dream to me More from The Lawrence Arms