I was tired
I was sleepin
I was passed out
I was dreaming
You were creepin
Down the hallways
I was hidin out
In the crawlspace
I was dreaming
That same old thing
That same old thing
That same old thing
There was no love
It got disposed of
Maybe by someone
It wasn't me
Didn't think it through
Not something I do
Gotta wait it out
Pack it up and move
And make the same mistakes in a brand new place