Lyrics:

Call on the fates, this'll take a second

While I fall on my face, like everyone else

and we can talk all we want, but all I can say

Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry

but I'm never gonna do it again



Counting on my relative friends

When this keeps coming up again and again

If everybody knows how its 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 exit

Yeah, 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?

How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?

How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?



I'm counting on my relative friends (inaction)

'cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)

If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)

why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction)



Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)

for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)

I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes - someone stop me



I can't keep counting on my relative friends (inaction)

'cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)

If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)

why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction)



Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)

for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)