Do do do do do do do do
do do do do do do do do

Common sense
goes out the window
like a cigarrette
I take a hit again
When all her friends
they talk about me in the past tense
I take the hit again

She walks in
in the middle of the night
like we're good to go
All screwed up
but it just feels right
and i dont wanna know where you go
or how we went wrong
and when i think it can't go on

She comes and she comes
But when she goes she always takes away the best of me
She comes and she comes
and when she's done i'm left with nothing but the rest of me

Ignorance
My only explanation
for this mess
i think about it
when we're on the fence between what is
and what it could've been
Well i take the hit again

She walks in
in the middle of the night
like we're good to go
All screwed up
but it just feels right
and i dont wanna know where you go
or how we went wrong
and when i think it can't go on

She comes and she comes
But when she goes she always takes away the best of me
She comes and she comes
and when she's done i'm left with nothing but the rest of me

Whatever she does
I always come undone