My ear can't hold a pencilnAnd my mind can't keep a thoughtnAnd my arms aren't nearly strong enoughnTo hold the shit I've gotnnBut stop feeling sorry for menThat's great, you've got your sanitynBut apologies are notnWhat I neednnI'm going outnI'm going outnTo get my mind off younI'll have a drink or twonnI know this might be rough on younDon't worry - I've been in your shoesnWe've only got a friend to losenThis sucks and you know it toonnThe thrill of the chase caught up with menThey paid me back karmicallynEither I can't stand them or they don't want menWhat do you think it means?nnI'm going outnI'm going outnTo get my mind off younI'll have a drink or twonnCross my heart, cross my eyesnCross my fingers, hope to dienBury me with the friends I've lostnThey say that pain is the cost of love, of lovennI knew it had to happen soonnIt just sucks it had to be with younAll the songs I once sang for younI still sing them though the meaning's newnnRoles reversed and then press playnCan't think of anything to saynBut how many timesnCan one heart break?nnI'm going outnI'm going outnTo get my mind off younI'll have a drink or twonnI'm going outnI'm going outnI'm going outnI'm going out