Inaction

Call on the fates, this'll take a second While I fall on my face like everyone else And we can talk all we want, but all I can say Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry But I'm never gonna do it again Counting on my relevant friends When this keeps coming up again and again If everybody knows how it's gonna end Why doesn't someone stop me? Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor For the sixth or seventh night in a row I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes, someone stop me It's hard to rely on the rhythm section When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? I'm counting on my relevant friends (inaction, inaction) 'Cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction, inaction) If everybody knows how it's gonna end (inaction, inaction) Why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction, inaction) Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor (inaction, inaction) For the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction, inaction) I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes, someone stop me I can't keep counting on my relevant friends (inaction, inaction) 'Cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction, inaction) If everybody knows how it's gonna end (inaction, inaction) Why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction, inaction) Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor (inaction, inaction) For the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction, inaction) I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes, someone stop me