Tales of What I'm Used To

Gather 'round, gather 'round I'm feeling all dramatic (Alright) This town's got heartbreaks punched in walls Rearrange, turn the page This ain't the way I'm used to If only I could find the time All of those reasons get me down And all of those Sunday mornings Alone in a box beside my perfect view Yesterday's black earl grey Straight teeth and fine white leather Long drives and songs from '99 Thrown away, grasp my chain You occupy my daydreams Who am I? All of those reasons get me down And all of those Sunday mornings Alone in a box and singing dreadful tunes (Singing lullabies) All of those midnight altercations And all of those wish-I-would-have-done's Remind me of why I'm crawling back to you (Singing lullabies) You got me hooked on you All of those reasons got me down And all of those Sunday mornings Alone in a box beside my perfect view