Hour Three - The John Cusack Lyrics

I haven't slept well since age twelve
And I can't blame that on you
There's no voice in my head
I just seem like I'm half-dead
And the words they just push through
Up my throat, onto my tongue
And off my lips to you
I haven't slept well since age twelve
And I can't blame that on you

But I haven't felt quite right
Since I spent that night
With her and the way she hurts
When I'm in her bed she begs and pleads
That my heartbreaking love is what she needs
But I'm not quite sure if that's just what she feeds
To keep seeing me on my knees
As I'm falling asleep

My eyelids are heavy every day
And dreams of love keep me awake
At night when I'm fighting
And regretting the right thing
She strikes me like a snake

(Truly, a sight to behold
A man beaten
The once great champ, now a study in mumpishness
No-longer the victory hungry stallion
We've raced so many times before
But a pathetic, washed up, aged ex-champion
Alright lets go!)

I can't keep facts straight in my head
Why can't life just stay like one long thread
I stare at the ceiling in the dark
'Till my eyes are red
Cause I know she loves me true
But not the way that I do
I want to feel her in my bed
In my bed
There's no voice in my head
No voice in my head
There's no voice in my head
Maybe I'm better off
Maybe I'm better off
Maybe I'm better off dead!

(I'm no dummy, I know high school girls)