ran into an ex-love at the grocery store
got a new love on my apartment floor
better buy flowers goin' back for more
feel my head rollin' out the front door

I wake up in the middle of the night
can't sleep, too many things on my mind
go to the bathroom, read a magazine
fiddle with myself, see what that brings

I ask myself what am i doin' here
I ask myself am i doin' all right

thinkin' of knives