i'm stumbling throughnthese dark city streetsnnit's 3amnand i've got nowhere to benni wonder where you arenand how you have beennni'm not doing so hotnbut i can pretendnnand i'm getting tirednof destroying myselfnnbut it's hard to changenwhen you've got nothing elsenni'm waking up in anstrange new public placenntell me that i have a problemnand i'll laugh in your facennthere's static shiftingnon my tv screennni wish i could sleepnbut i'm haunted by re-occurring dreamsnnand there's no tellingnof when it'll go awaynni want it all backnto normal some daynnand i'm buying drinksnfor girls i don't even likenni just need someone to be herenby my sidenni've decided to go back to mynoriginal plannni'm going to drinknuntil i can't stand