mostly i sleep it off it's easier in the morning to shrug off the evening's drunken pathetic pleas 'cause the night's tragic rambling is the next day's 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 assure 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 dull, jaded, selfish, abusive disfunctional fuck-up i needed to be rescued i'm stranded on myself and i can't escape from this island i made i'm afraid i never will, oh no