Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done anyhow.



Made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattling leaves, yeah.



I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a

long, long time



Stuck inside your dream so long it wears you down and grows you cold....and

that's a fact



Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time....it'll be back soon



I used to think that justice had to rule for happy lives, but now I'm not so

sure at all



Come home

Why don't you come home I could not remember why you left

And I'd rather been happy than right this time



Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba



Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense...more or less



He says common sense is such a scam, and I'm like 'Dad, what do you mean?, oh'



He says you're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever

you chose....but I know...



That anger's all right..and bitterness no.



Cold uncontrollably sad, and unable to let it go.



And it should be as easy as telling a scab from a scar

Well I don't know (repeats x6)



Called in sick to work today I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done