Had one of those days   When you wanna try heroin,   Drunk driving,    Some form of soft suicide   Sitting in silence and   Staring at ceilings    Or peeling the paint off    Of things to confide      Maybe someday    The lies we've led around    Will crawl under our beds    And sleep off the years      Teach me to wiggle    My ears like that,   Show me the scar    That you got when you    Fell off your bike   Ask me the questions    You never want answers to   We can re-write them    However we like      Maybe someday   The lies we've led around    Will crawl under our beds    And sleep off the years      Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin   Leave the dirt and dead flowers   In a brown coffee tin   Let your hand melt a hole in the frost   Peer out under a sky that looks   Just like a shirt I lost.       Someday   The lies we've led around   Will crawl under our beds   And sleep off the years