Last night, I slept on the pavement.nWoke up three miles from the basement.nWhile you sleep, I wander the city,nNot knowing what I should think when you tell mennThat I don't give a fuck how you feel insidenAnd I realize you're right.nnDo you think I'd lie about the way I see things?nThis is the last time. This is the last timenThat I'll ever try to be a good person.nFor the last time.nnYeah, I'm always the last to know.