Verse:

Why do we always do these unsuccessful new beginnings,

As if this time Iíll turn out right?

If ignorance is bliss then I guess we have no shortcomings,

And that our end is out of sight.

Prechorus:

So when the time comes that the pants come undone,

Iím drunk as a priest and youíre as sober as a nun.

Is it any surprise what ends up going down?

So when the sun comes through the window,

Youíre still by my side and I still feel so low.

Iím up to my knees and Iím already gonna drown.

Chorus:

Itís a shady thing I can give you that,

And if you want I can take it back.

So why donít we just hug and let it go?

You call me up just to bring me down.

Is it any surprise that Iím never around?

Please try to see that what I do, I do for you.

Verse 2:

Why do we always do these oh so painful self-dissections,

As if someday weíll understand?

Why I donít call, I drink too much, I never do what I say,

And I spend too much time with my band.

Prechorus 2:

So when the time comes and the pants come undone,

Donít be surprised if I choose to turn and run.

Iíve been down that road; I know just how it goes down.

So when the sun comes through the window,

I know I'll wake up all safe and alone,

And I wonít have to see another tear-filled frown.

(Chorus)

(Bass solo, guitar breakdown, & keyboard breakdown)

If we continue with these unsuccessful new beginnings,

I may be forced to end this song.