Tired of being hungover. It's the seventh time this week. Waking up in rooms that I don't, that I don't recognise.

I'll walk you home but I can't see straight, and I'm all messed up - it's keeping me awake.

Don't wanna go to sleep yet. I'm not down with all these dreams where you crash your car or my train derails and everybody dies.

I'll walk you home but I can't see straight, and I'm all messed up - it's keeping me awake. I'll walk you home but I can't see straight, and I won't find my way. I'll walk you home but I can't see straight. This cold air's keeping me awake. I'll walk you home but I can't see straight, and I won't find my way.

I'd like to tell you I know just how you feel but I don't. I should keep this all bottled up inside but I won't. I had so many big ideas but then I drank all the beers and the ideas escaped me. All we're left with is this mess I've made and the way I'll pretend that nothing ever changed.