Every so often I need my senses checked
I'm such a wreck if I lose direction
So what if I should consider self help
Late nights to interrogate myself
Burning paths between my bedroom and the bar
I'll find a place to start
Picking out my poisons from the wall
To the war inside my head
I'd say I'm getting used to it
Some nights well spent
I'm never sold on self help
I'm too afraid to interrogate myself
When I have the strength to crawl back into bed
I'm writing lists in notebooks
I'm organizing every word
But less forgetful in dividing lines
You called me right on time
I'm picking out my poisons from the wall
To the war inside my head
I'd say I'm getting used to it
I'm getting over it
I'm getting back in bed
We all seem overwhelmed
Keeping time will never tell
I really shouldn't stay
I should be proper for a changed
Every so often I need my senses checked
When I have the strength to crawl into your bed
I'll change my plans instead
This is a night worth saving
I won't pour my debts onto the floor
And wear away the pavement
Between my back porch and your door
Do you think that I could stay
I need to be proper for a change