Im circling the drain
with all my problems in hand
Well I gotta pretty good hand Id say
But these new caskets crack the same
The first few stones are the worst
They fall in unnoticed
And scare you for more than theyre worth
And all at once you will not hear your own words
Closet weather at best and youre a victim
You say were all in the basket
But oh its so fun
To remind us over and over again
(We dug our own graves)
Times a wasting so now I must be leaving
(We sealed our own fate)
Im crawling outside
In the same way that I creeped in
(We dug our own graves)
And the rain falls down and its heavy on my eye lids
(We sealed our own fate)
Pulled to the ground down the f**ing drain
Maybe its just my luck
But I got a spotless record
Maybe its harder to stay
And we got it all wrong from the start
Maybe its all in the cards
Or just an excuse for playing
Maybe its all in our hearts
Maybe I dont know what Im saying
Im circling the drain
But Im picking these bones up
Cause man, they dont live there today
And I dont want to hear the fibers crack
Cause God knows Id rather die than be dying
Its not a clich, no sir it is a logical preference
Because the way things were this year
Makes me think how good it all could be
and how well it could end
Maybe its just my luck
But I got a spotless record
Maybe its harder to stay
And we got it all wrong from the start
Maybe its all in the cards
Or just an excuse for playing
Maybe its all in our hearts
Maybe I dont know what Im saying