I guess I'll just get hung again tonight
It's the best way that I know to turn off the lights
I'll get reacquainted with the floor
It's like a joke you've heard before
Except that you was laughing the other night
The lights are coming on over the Williamsburg
The trains sure take it slow over that bridge
Factory girls are in the street
But I just want something to eat
And I don't think that they could scratch that itch
I don't know why I try, another day, another lie
It's just like sticking needles in your eye
You get that sinking feeling when you're sunk
You pack your worries up inside a metal trunk
I guess I just need some time to think
I swear that I'd give up the drink
If I could find a better way to get drunk
I don't know why I try, another day, another lie
It's just like sticking needles in your eye