The carpet's wet.
This feels pretend,
Like toy soldiers working for the government.
My head is busted.
I'm bleeding all over.
Tomorrow or the next, I'll be sober.
I know you'll be mad.
You'll say it's over.
But tomorrow or the next, I'll be sober.
I broke all your china.
And I crashed your car.
I was passing Jupiter on my way to Mars.
When you said you were happy, it seemed so insincere.
But I guess that's how we all got here.
I know you'll be mad.
You'll say it's over.
But tomorrow or the next, I'll be sober.
Yes, you belong to one tireless lover
Who knows the benefits of getting sober.