I'm not worth the scum you dug out from underneath your boots
A shut-in case of neurotic vanity
Searching for myself underneath airline seats
Hanging my head, the weight of apathy
Someone said to me, "Things aren't always what they seem"
But the reality is that they often are
Try as I might, I'm falling in love again tonight
And I'm inclined to believe that this will come around
But it's so much harder to get out of bed ever since I left your house
I could stay in bed in comfort, or I could get up and face myself
But it's so hard; is it worth it?
It's easier to just blame my health
I could get up and face the music, or I could drink away the day
Coz it's too hard, and nothing's worth it
And I still get sick to my stomach when I hear your name
I could say I miss your face, but you've heard that before
From cold nights spent on the floor
I could say I miss your face, but you've heard that before
Plagiarizing my love for you evermore
I could say I miss your face, but you've heard that before
From cold nights loving you from down on the floor
I could say I miss your face, but you've heard that before
My head in the sand, waiting for you to call