You said, "dont wait up, dont count the minutes."
So here I am watching paint fade from the walls. On the tv, planes are dancing to the national anthem, So the whole world knows its long past last call. I sat through tarzan swinging through the jungle, And godzilla crushing buildings and all.
The light from this tv can make it all look so easy.
It makes this room feel incredibly small. Last call, last call. Now Ive heard it all. The excuses get weaker as the stories get tall. You step off with the wrong foot, the drunk fool at the ball.
Well, Im not up for dancing. Im up past last call. Clock keeps on talkin. It says, "fool go to bed Why waste the words, theyve already been said." But I cant shut my eyes with this face in my head, So tonight I plan on clearing my mind. I could lay my head in the arms of the sofa, But when your key finds the door, your feet find the floor,
And wait for headlights to roll across these walls. Theyll be greeted by empty rooms and empty halls.
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