Black Out

It's different when you're lonely
the whole worlds in love
Holding hands between bar stools
and you're holding your tongue

Hold on, you're so fucked up, you're so fickle
It's this what you want? So simple, so single

But it's Different when you're helpless
or when the bars close their doors
Growing hostile toward your waitress
Those extra tips were ignored

It's different 'cause desperate
begging loosely on the sidewalk
To a sea of last-callers
Keep the conversation quick and keep 'em interested
you're different and they sense it
your eyes can't disguise it
so glassy and empty ready to spill

Hold on please don't leave yet
I can't go home alone
It doesn't go over so well
So hold on, just alittle longer
Atleast thru the night
Atleast till the morning
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

It's different when you're lonely
And the whole worlds in love
Hold on, hold on to me
I can't hardly stand
much less the sight of myself
So hold on, hold on tight dear
Put your foot on the gas
Get me the fuck out of here

I hate when you say you need me, you don't need me
I hate even worse that I need you, it kills me
When I was young I loved to be by myself all alone
Now that I'm older I'm scared of myself all alone
So lay with me, my love

I hate when you say you know me, you don't know me
What I hate even worse is I know you, you're no mystery
You refuse to acknowldge how much you can't stand who I am
I've been trying to tell you that I've been a terror of a man
I hate it when you call, so lonley, after the bar
I know I should hang up the phone, but I never do

What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still running around still searching
all these long indifferent streets
For your lover our some cover
to protect you from the heat
That you feel inside
in flamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
kept running till you couldn't feel your legs

Now you stumble round this drunken town
on shops and city bars
telling tales of just how far you got
But they'll all know who you are
Yeah you're not so great
You're just early out of the gate

there's a portrait of your mom when she was young
Her face was shining brightly as the sun
The son who got away from her
but come back home again
to find a women wrapped
with all this love she couldn't give
But you know she did
You just couldn't feel it then

Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know
It said boy you're really starting to old

She's the mother of my mother
I just what she meant
She'd been thru it before
she with all of this resentment
becomes regret
I just hadn't gotten there yet

Nothing ever seems to turn out right
No never, never seems to turn out right
So I leave it at this
my deepest regrets

Mostly I sleep it off
it's easier in the morning
to shrug off the evenings
drunken pathetic pleas
'Cause the night's tragic rambling
is the next days apologies
So if you can sit tight
'till the sun hits the blinds
we can settle everything, Oh no.

Turning on a dime
I just can't trust my instincts
one day my heart beats with passion
The next it waxes back
If I seem a little callused
I asure you it's just a scratch
So if you can hold on
'till the mood swings are gone
then we might just have a chance, oh no.

Baby, I quit I just can't fake it anymore
I'm a drunkard, selfish abusive
Disfuncktional fuck up
I needed to be rescued
I'm stranded on myself
If I can't escape from this Island I made
I'm afraid I never will

Well I'm trying to be patient
But the wheels keep turning round
But it's a treadmill and I just dragging my feet
I'm so tired of everything
Defeated by routine
By words that don't mean anything to me
At least not anymore now that I'm done...

with a morning of a day without ending
A year of decadence to escape from penance
But I've suffered. I'm over it, yeah
I'm fine now, but I'm sick of it
I was happy being miserable
I used to lay down my head on the bar
And raise one lonely finger for a drink

It doesn't have to be so difficult
just keep coasting by
so you lost a limb
Well hell it'll heal with time
What happens when you love what you've lost?
You didn't have to cut it off
But I did, and I do, and it took everything that I have
I wonder if I could ever get it back...

to how it was when I still thought of love
as a risk I could take if I was willing to make
the commitment to rejection
and the mind games, the deception
The late nights under the covers
pointing the finger at whoever started
whatever we were fighting about

I guess that I'm fine now
everything's better
everything's cooled down
it's all copesetic
We'll move on, off to a better world
To a fresh start where anything's possible

But I'm sick of it
Yeah I'm sick of it
I'm so sick of it
No, I'm sick of it
no, no, no, no, no
I'm sick of it now
I'm just sick of it now
no, no, I am so sick of it
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
But he's sick of it
no, no, no,no