Convictions to the back burner Gather all your possessions, and smile because you've got it all Smile because you've got it all Still that empty feeling won't go away (Go away) Slip on the ice again When did you become so cold? Lucky for you rock bottom

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

Looking for signs of life Looking for signs every night But there's no signs of life So we do it again Who did you ask? Those cool kids Stuck in the past "Where are we going?" Apartments of cigarette ash

If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin I'd love you all over again Has it been ten years Since we said I do I've always heard marriage made one seem like two But you're looking better than you did back then You still make this old heart give in And

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

Well, it seems like, total destruction the only solution There ain't no use, no one can stop them now Check out the real situation Nation war against nation Where did it all begin? When will it end? And there ain't no use no one can stop them now Ain't

And baby I know you got your radio on Na na na na na na na And letting you go was wrong 'Cause I didn't know I needed you so I woke up again this morning And wouldn't you know it, pouring rain I went and burned a pot of coffee And like us I poured it

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby I'm not that innocent Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?)