It’s not that I don’t think so
It’s not that I don’t mind
It’s not like I can drive away
and start over tonight
I wake up when the movie’s over and done
Sunday mornings I’m re-born
Friday nights I’m alive
I’m not sorry I let you go
I have nothing to hide
can’t tell when it was last time I tried
I love to complain, gives me a reason to cry
I see you throw your best party in the trash
I promised myself I could be more than that
You can call it a shit mood
I’ll be happy instead
‘coz everyone’s got dead star days
so write a note to yourself
and get up when you think it’s safer to lie
