I miss the southern sky I miss those bedroom eyes I miss that liars tongue I miss the warm goodbye (And I love you And I love you) I miss my lazy heart I miss my second chance I miss my unborn child I miss that warm goodbye (And I love you And I love you) It's not like I'm running away It's not like I'm running away Waking up to find yourself A beacon of the whole, oh, oh-oh Waking up to find yourself A river overflowed, oh, oh-oh .#INSTRUMENTAL Waking up to find yourself Two feet from where you start, oh, oh-oh (And I love you And I love you And I love you)

Everybody wants to be someone else Everybody needs to be somewhere else To fit right in To be ordinary but not the same To fit right in To be ordinary and never change Everybody started so helpless Everybody couldn't even couldn't even take what they needed Whether they know it Whether they don't mind not knowing at all Whether they know it (and forgot it) Or whether they don't mind not knowing at all Everybody wants to be someone else Everybody needs to be somewhere else It's the way you look The way you talk about things, the way you are The way you look The way you talk about things, the way you are Got a baby in your belly, baby kill it with fire In our kingdom of convenience where we sing in the choir This is a conference of our failures, a union of regret Where we bow beneath the worry for what hasn't happened yet And all of this will come crashing down To fit right in To be ordinary but not the same To fit right in To be ordinary and never change

Tell me a lie, I'll be the first to fall. Give me an offer Unofferable. Imagine the war, In those tiny hands, That held onto a penance, I didn't deserve. Don't it feel like a knife, In the back of your head? And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten, unsaid. Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead. And I'm bound by a drunk, With a few memories, Of how you burn through your lovers, Like an ugly disease. Give me an offer unofferable. That held onto a penance I didn't deserve. And it reeks like an afterthought, rotten, instead, Maybe something got lost or forgotten unsaid.

You gotta believe me, i'm doing my best I apologize for all the flack i caught for dropping out Yeh you kicked up a storm, but the winds have died down I got a lot of bottles on account of this around I'm sorry i'm not him The poet's right hand The artistic little suffering son-of-a-working-man You work yourself in, but it spits you right out Why is it so hard? I should've run you out of town! If it looks like it is, then it probably ain't The more than you talk the more my interest goes away You work yourself in, but it spits you right out Why is it so hard? I should've run you out of town! I should've run you out of town!

There's a lot of nothing in the words i know But i keep on talking 'cause it feels like home Feels alright to be growing old But growing old is just letting go And it's just the reason i needed to leave this place Had the whole morning to run away I had a different image on my mind It's just it changes always, all the time And it comes as no surprise it's like I just don't know what you're doing wrong Man you've got a lot of nerve I just don't know what you're doing wrong Man you've got a lot of nerve How come all my vices always breed relief When a sip of gin saves an hour of speech? And yeh it's fickle and it feels so cheap But i can rest and i can feel at ease It's my friends don't know the half they're just listening I'm at a loss 'cause i'm living it That's not to say that i'm giving it It's just that this is how it's always been And it comes as no surprise it's like I just don't know what you're doing wrong Man you've got a lot of nerve I just don't know what you're doing wrong Man you've got a lot of nerve I can't melt all of my worries to nothing And i would I keep trying but i always get let down Somehow Man you've got a lot of nerve