Stretched out on the carpet
Stretched out on the floor
Stretched out on the bed of the decade
Wondering if it would have happened before
Happened before
Creeping around
Smashing the window in the middle of the night
Creeping around
Smashing the window in the middle of the night
Bags of magazines and games
Standard lines
Twisted logic gets me through each time
Cold and riding home
My lamp goes out last and alone
Lamp goes out