I only eat to fill me up I only sleep to rest I need a love just like you gave I haven't found it yet, found it yet We were trying, but we're trying no more It's cold on the floor, cold on the floor This house has never been the same as before It's never

Can't hold on, can't move on You're the weight beneath my sin Now I know that I don't belong, I don't care You're a scar burned into my skin It's the same old fucking story The same old fucking lies I can't believe... You stole my life, you've taken

And I know it's gonna hurt But darling I'll go first 'Cause we can't fix what's broken 'Cause I won't keep on saying those three empty words Those three empty words I'll pick you up at the same time At the same place, the same old drive We'll just talk

American you know I had to cop that foreign After we leave girl, you know where you going Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring) I know it's never boring American

Guess I'll always have to be Living in a fantasy From now on That's the way it's got to be It's you for you, and me for me Monday has come around again I'm in the same old place With the same old faces always watching me Who knows how long I'll have to

I got your present waitin' I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing Thought I'd call you up See if had celebrated Day you were born It's a little belated Age is just a number It's really over

(Yeah aye, hold on, babe) Baby would you save me? Been thinkin' bout it lately Oh, baby, baby, baby Hold on, babe Got some habits, I can't keep them The same ones that made you hate me Ho-oh, smokin' potent, high as nose hair

It's the same, it's the same, it's the same Baby, won't you breathe? Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise Hold me in your

Backsliding Backsliding, I'm backsliding Wearin' your old t-shirt in the mornin', it feels so right Say it's gonna be the last time We say we won't, but then we do the same old thing fallin' right back in Why do we keep backsliding? I'm not suppose to be

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if