One, two, three, one, two, three Wrote these words down four years ago Sang them so many times they don't make fucking sense anymore Or add up at all Like closed captioned lines on a TV show In my dentist's waiting room Where I go to get a tooth pulled Say, "The rot's still the same" Sang about too many morning times Think I named too many streets and relied on the pronoun "you" Always relied too much on you Made it home after the sunrise For the first time in a lifetime It's a bright day Dreaming I crashed my car for fun Trying to make it off the 101 and back home to you Back when I had a home with you But now I live in a crack den Pray for some art on the walls and some sheets that aren't dark grey And a little fucking heat But that pilot burnt out years ago So I'll just wait for the sun And I'll hope it's a bright day Buried beneath my sunglasses If you can't see me And you can't touch me And nobody's hopeless And nobody's happy Nobody wins and nobody wins Nobody wins Made it home after the sunrise For the first time in a lifetime And it's such a bright day In my bed before the sunrise For the first time in forever I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't sleep I can't sleep 'Cause it's a bright day