Cigarettes and alcohol and everything in between

Daylight and protocol, and spreading that Vaseline

And maybe you're at home, lonely on the phone

Well, maybe God is lonely, too

6 o'clock in the morning, wake up continue my story

There are no days of glory

Oh, why's my life so boring?

6 o'clock in the afternoon, stuck on my couch like superglue

The only thing I ever do, and wait to the next morning

Oh, why's my life so boring?

Little cuts, baby clothe, and making so time to feed

Fake leather, bad weather, hoping it's buried deep

But what if it's not dead and it's under the bed?

I don't mean to scare you, but what if I'm scared, too?

6 o'clock in the morning, wake up continue my story

There are no days of glory

Oh, why's my life so boring?

6 o'clock in the afternoon, stuck on my couch like superglue

The only thing I ever do, and wait to the next morning

Oh, why's my life so boring?

Maybe this is nowhere

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

And we belong to nowhere

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

You need to tell me where we are

Tell me this is nowhere

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere

6 o'clock in the morning, wake up continue my story

There are no days of glory

Oh, why's my life so boring?

6 o'clock in the afternoon, stuck on my couch like superglue

The only thing I ever do, and wait to the next morning

Oh, why's my life so boring?