Bored again,nthis is beginning to be a habit.nBeen forming opinions before acceptancenof your newer value system,nand downing our afterhoursnalong with every drink in sightnof the latest fashion trendnthat I'll never understand.nnDrunk againnon everything I didn't get tontell you. One by one, they line upnasking why I'm here.nDon't say I'm insincere,nthis bottle's long ago since emptiednand the temperature went down an hour ago.nI stood up and declarednmy love for what's not there.nnAnd I'd break the arms of everyone,nif it would lead me to your bednand get me inside your head.nAnd I'd take every last drop of this sea,nif it would help me understand,nor let me fall asleep insteadnin a different bed.nnSay that again?nI must've dozed off in betweennthe first verse and the second chancenthat gets you away from me.nSo this is the end of everything we had?nAppropriate, it seems to me,nthat, from the bar room floor,neverything's the same to me.nEverything is the same to mennAnd I'd break the arms of everyone,nif it would lead me to your bednand get me inside your head.nAnd I'd take every last drop of this sea,nif it would help me understand,nor let me fall asleep insteadnin a different bed.