Home

a-

lone

on

Fri-

day

night

No

bet-

ter

time

for

ex-

er-

cise

And

wish-

ing

you

were

still

my

girl-

friend

Sweep-

ing

floors

and

fold-

ing

nap-

kins

Pray-

ing

some-

thing

cool

might

hap-

pen

The

sun

ex-

plodes,

we

die

The

world

ends

Talk-

ing

to

my

friends

a-

bout

stuff

Nas-

ty

beer

and

plast-

ic

hand-

cuffs

Back

when

them

and

you

and

me

Would

share

our

space

in

har-

mo-

ny

Oh,

why

did

I

do

that?

Why

does

e-

very-

thing

col-

lapse?

E-

ven

when

it's

glued

to-

ge-

ther

Hey,

why

did

I

do

that?

I

make

e-

very-

thing

col-

lapse

E-

ven

when

it's

glued

to-

ge-

ther

Quest-

ion-

ing

my

awk-

ward

foot-

ing

Mix-

ing

bit-

ter

pills

with

choco-

late

pud-

ding

Hid-

ing

gift-

ed

fix-

tures

Try-

ing

not

to

say

words

out

loud

Wonder-

ing

if

I'm

talk-

ing

too

loud

My

eyes

burn-

ing

holes

in

your

old

pict-

ures

Oh,

why

did

I

do

that?

Why

does

e-

very-

thing

col-

lapse?

E-

ven

when

it's

glued

to-

ge-

ther

Hey,

why

did

I

do

that?

I

make

e-

very-

thing

col-

lapse

E-

ven

when

it's

glued

to-

ge-

ther

Fuck

you

why

did

I

do

that?

It's

your

fault

I

can't

re-

lax

But

no-

thing's

chang-

ing

while

I'm

sit-

ting

here

With

both

hands

glued

to-

ge-

ther