Sitcoms

Whats the rush, whats the damage? Not so tough, not today If it ain't enough, I don't know what happened The wolves keep pulling me away I'm cracking up to sitcoms while she's sleeping The bluest collared bird I've ever seen A lamb amongst the wolves still singing for the sixties I'll believe anything No one really talks like that you're lying to yourself You're looking for a comeback but you're lying to yourself Can't you tell? Spend the night trying to find me I'm all right handed swings Ain't it such a trip? I want to see you get behind me Words don't mean anything I'm cracking up to sitcoms while she's sleeping I'll wait for you forever till you leave A lamb amongst the wolves, sit and stare at your ceiling I'll believe anything No one really talks like that you're lying to yourself You're looking for a comeback but you're lying to yourself Can't you tell? Whats the rush?