Last night, I slipped on the pavement.
Woke up three miles from the basement.
While you sleep, I walk through the city,
Not knowing what to think when you tell me
That I don't give a f** how you feel inside
And I realize you're right.
Do you think I'd lie about the way I see things?
This is the last time
This is the last time
That I'll ever try to be a good person.
For the last time
Yeah, I'm always the last to know.