Television flashin' at 4 a.m.
And it's beating on my eyelids like the Mob.
But I can't turn it off, so I just turn it up.  
So the darkness and the silence don't
work me over from the inside with my thoughts
and I can't turn em off.

I’m like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
I'm Like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
I am ready and willing to make a mess
And it's hurricane season, as if I ever need a reason.

So how do you live with that?

and my alarm clock’s working at 5 pm,
and it's towing in my headache like a train.
But I can't pull the switch so I just stay on track.
And I roll into the night time with a drink.
Some conversation that won't ever go away.
and I can't go away.


I’m like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
I'm Like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
I am ready and willing to make a mess
and it's hurricane season, as if I ever need a reason.

So how do you live with that?

Television flashes at 4 a.m.
And it's beating on my eyelids like the Mob.


Lyrics submitted by BillyDukin

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