[Verse 1]

I meant to put oil in my car this morning

Breaking down on interstate 70 east

Going broke just to end up in Grainfield, Kansas

I could afford to ride the greyhound at least

[Verse 2]

I don't want to go home

But I couldn’t survive out here on my own

[Verse 3]

I meant to clean up this mess in my apartment

A tangible representation

Of what's going on in my head

Now I'm coming down

Curled up in a pile of garbage

Trying to forget the pain of losing a friend

[Verse 4]

I don’t want to wake up tomorrow

But I couldn't get any sleep anyway