I've listened to your words, I've listened well
And I can't find a pearl of wisdom in the horrors you confess
An unexamined attitude, a heartless stolen platitude
Cocktails without the party or the dress
Do you wish I was wrong?
So you don't have to face it anymore
For a wasted weekend chore?
I don't care to explain
Take the number sign off of the door
Sweep the eggshells from my floor
I don't care to explain
Woohoo
Woohoo
What a strange hurry for the end of the day
Don't worry if there's nothing to say
I'm not wishing on it anymore
I wouldn't wish it upon anyone
So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do?
All the Saturday people getting the spend
Picking up all the pieces
Tying the ends
You should buy my some medicine
You should buy me some medicine