Today
In my bed
This morning, it was just me and a hurting head
So I called your phone
Then my friends
To see if you had, really Gone Again
And my coffee
It tastes so bad
What am I supposed to do when I feel so sad
Should I stay in bed
Till the sun goes past
What am I supposed to do when I miss you like mad
What am I supposed to do when I miss you like mad
So I guess I'll keep
All of your gifts
At least the ones that still fit me I admit
Yes, I admit
These shoes still fit
I'd throw em' all away but they just won't rip
I'd throw em' all away but they just won't rip
So Today
In my room
Something told me I could sit with all my gloom
Or leave this town
And go find you
Come this time tomorrow, I'll be gone too
Come this time tomorrow, I'll be gone too