On of these days i'll have a better way Of getting myself out of an anxious state Laid in two like a crazy man When's the last time you made any sense When the question was put to you I won't think that through You are all that i care to lose One of these days i'll find another place To bury my head and think of nothing when i have had as much as i can take I've been in talks, i don't say too much I think a lot, i can't loosen up You are fastened tightly on me, but i control my body I won't think that through You are all that i care to lose