I sit at my table
I drink from my cup
I gaze down the stairwell
Flip through the telephone book
I spit out the window
Oh, it hit someone
isn't that fun
but it's not enough
I got the bends
I got the shakes
It never ends
it always aches
in the night
in the cold
it comes on
pain like a searing light
cuts like a dull knife
are you awake
can i come over tonight