Coming Back Around

Rolled out of bed about a quarter to three I still can't shake the damn shake in my knees And this asshole in the mirror Is wondering, "What the hell's the matter with me?" Another bad case of the Sunday bues Pop another top, gonna spin some tunes Singin' 'Gone To Carolina' And jump up and down in my blue suede shoes Maybe I don't really feel that bad After all, look at all I have Are you quick to call me crazy? For have half a mind just to give it back 'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something I'm finding all the things that bring me down And why's it only ever worse before it's better? But I'm coming up on coming back around Quick stop, pit stop, 3 a.m I'm falling asleep, it won't happen again Can you call me in the morning? And maybe I can make it make sense by then But it's hard to smile in the pouring rain Southpaw cigarette to ease my pain Praying for the sunrise To spark my hope for another day 'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something I'm finding all the things that bring me down And why's it only ever worse before it's better? I'm coming up on coming back around I'm coming back around Yeah, I'm trying to rise above it I'm stuck on never sticking around But I just can't help, but love it 'Cause growing up is still worth coming down, oh 'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something I'm finding all the things that bring me down Why's it only ever worse before it's better? I'm coming up on coming back around Yeah, I'm coming back around Yeah, I'm coming back around