Sundown, and we're high for the tenth time today.
We get by thanks to patience; just a little disappointed.
Far from dumb; more blessed than some; boil the water; your turn to cook.
Wide awake; piece of cake; we're sorry neighbors.
Spread it around; get the word out how you got the best of me.
It's no easy task, I'll give you that, but I know when the joke's on me.
Thanks for the excuse, for all the abuse; you're just what I always needed.
A scapegoat for yours truly to call his very own.
In comes the sun, day begun, whether I want it to or not.
I tried to run off, bury the past, leave it behind, but I got caught.
The little voice you got that won't stop egging me on.

I've done things out of desperation, become gainfully employed,
And I took this voice for granted; now it's nearly destroyed.
But at least I've got a new bed to just lie on and fade.
Maybe it's me who's stupid, here, for everything I've said.

Writer : BURRY, STEVE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing