Waiting for the last time for my friend to change my mind Waiting for the last drop seems like a long, long time Maybe I should go back home, I'll sit and wait right by the phone Praying over the porcelain throne on my dirty sticky floor
Ask me what I want easy that's just more How long will I wait for you, twice as long as I did before Standing in the freezing snow, maybe you left I just don't know I'll soon be lying on my own on some dirty sticky floor
I hope no one can see me, the tin man says I'm doing fine That lion ain't gonna get me, see that gun right there it's mine I've painted a face where I burnt the floor Now the face has become my devils' door Laying in the back room, on my dirty sticky floor