I'm locking all the doors
I'm busting up the mirrors
Reflection is a dirty thing
It seems that's all too obvious
I didn't dim the lights enough
They see me against the wall
I'm making silhouettes
And it's all my fucking fault
I would prefer a breeze
But I'll settle for this drink in front of me
The humid night just sticks to my skin
Isn't that so generous?
It follows me to sleep
Now I toss and turn in
I sit at the edge of the bed
Strumming what's inside of me
I guess this night's been turned into something useful
I'm strumming my guitar looking out a dirty window
I'm drunker than I've been
Na na na na na na na
What else do I have to say or sing?