Clumsy Tune

Rollin over in my bed

What else can I do instead

Of gettin up and facing one more day like this

Lock myself up in my room

Write another clumsy tune

And I'll rip it up, throw it out

And start all over what's the use?

We're standing on my window ledge

Talkin to my old friend, he said,

"boy you better make you make out soon or just give up now"

Oh god, I can't go on

Well not even one more minute

Oh this always takes so long

And nobody's gonna win

Well fighting through another day

One step closer to my grave

And I'm wastin all this time and air

On everything I don't even want

Well maybe I should think this through

Or maybe the problem is you

But either way it's getting late

And I've got better things to do

Than standin on my window ledge

Talkin to my old friend, he says

"boy, you think it's time you make up your mind

Just get out while you can"

Oh god, I can't go on

Not even one more minute

Oh this always takes so long

And nobody's going to win

Well oh god, I can't go on

Not even one more minute

This always, takes so long

Nobody's gonna win