I'd been hungover on the bus, wearing my winter coat for three hours
Before I realized I was so warm I thought I might die
It was the second day in a row on the verge of crying
And I had no idea as to why
And you know, you know, you know
How it is
Filled with a buzzing kind of dread
I'm going out, I'm going out of my head
And I had things to do, decided to not do them
Instead
The drunkest person there
When somebody put on that strokes hit
In the moment it seemed
Pretty obvious that yes, this really is it
And you know, you know, you know
How it is
Filled with a buzzing kind of dread
I'm going out, I'm going out of my head
And I had things to do, decided to not do them
Instead
And I'm all right everything's just gone a bit stale
Since I became a coward
Petrified I'll fail
Filled with a buzzing kind of dread
I'm going out, I'm going out of my head
And I had things to do, decided to not do them
Instead
(And you know)
Instead
(And you know)
