Woke up around a half past ten Can't believe that I'm late again Put down about a quart of caffeine To start my pulse and then I grabbed my jeans off the floor Then I hit the door Just the same old same It goes to show

With you, with you, with you, with you again I won't fall down that fucking rabbit hole All the hints that you leave are too hard to believe at all I'm barely standing on the ground Dear head, shut up I can't listen no more It's late, so shut up Is one