When you're all out of cash
And all out of love
You're all out of beer
You're stoned and you're fucked
And scared to be alone
You're scared to die alone
The TV is off
The late shows are on
You can't seem to sleep
You can't seem to talk
To your friends back home
You're scared to die alone

Let somebody else
Take your feet off the ground
If God's so damn wise
Why am I still around?
To choke on your sins,
Tasting bitterness
The voice in my head
Sings me to bed every night
♪
I saw you downtown
Your clothes were all red
You still looked so good
But your hair looked like shit
You're scared to be alone
So come back home
(One, two, three)
Cause you think you're a dime
A seven at best
Do you still remember
When I was around?
You're scared to be alone
I lost my way home

Let somebody else
Take your feet off the ground
If God's so damn wise
Why am I still around?
To choke on your sins,
Tasting bitterness
The voice in my head
Sings me to bed every night
♪
(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)

(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)
(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)
(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)
(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)
(The voice inside my head lays me down to s-)
Since I'm like a broken record in the dead of night
And when we're out of liquor
I wish you wouldn't tell me anything
Because I'm sick of hearing the same goddamn thing
Let somebody else
Take your feet off the ground
If God's so damn wise
Why am I still around?
To choke on your sins,
Tasting bitterness
The voice in my head
Sings me to bed every night