Call on the face, this won't take a second,
While I fall on my face, like everyone else
And we can talk all want, but all I can say is That I'm sorry and I'm sorry but
I'm never gonna do it again

Counting out my relevent friends
Well this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
Why doesn't someone stop me?

Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Someone stop me

It's hard to rely on the rhythm section
When they're all packing up
and they're heading for the exits
And we're all about the same:
a bunch of slaves to fashion
Who are tall, dark and scared
and just praying for some action

How am I supposed to know
what makes this happen?
(How am I supposed to know
what makes this happen?)
Well how am I supposed to know
what makes this happen?
(How am I supposed to know
what makes this happen?)

I'm counting out my relevant friends (Inaction,inaction)
Cause this keeps coming up again and again
(Inaction, inaction)
If everybody knows how it's going to end
(Inaction, inaction)
Why doesn't someone stop me?
(Inaction, inaction)

Cause I'm sick of waking up on your floor
(Inaction, inaction)
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
(Inaction, inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
(Inaction, inaction)
Someone stop me
(Inaction, inaction)

I can't keep counting out my relevant friends
(Inaction, inaction)
Cause this keeps coming up again and again
(Inaction, inaction)
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
(Inaction, inaction)
Why doesn't someone stop me?
(Inaction, inaction)

Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
(Inaction, inaction)
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
(Inaction, inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
(Inaction, inaction)
Someone stop me
(Inaction, inaction)