Last night, I slept on the pavement. Woke up three miles from the basement. While you sleep, I wander the city, Not knowing what I should think when you tell me That I don't give a fuck how you feel inside And I realize you're right. Do you think I'd lie about the way I see things? This is the last time. This is the last time That I'll ever try to be a good person. For the last time. Yeah, I'm always the last to know.