I fell on the floor I don't think my legs work anymore And I'm not sure I lost my lunch under the sink I don't think I've been this high all year I've said it before But I'm feeling complacent and insecure I'm not sure With a TV I don't need to think I'll see a shrink Cause I've been this low all year And they told me son, it's gonna be okay But I can't wait What am I gonna do? You can call me a whore Cause I stay out late when my life's a bore I'm not sure If true love's really gone extinct I don't think I've been alone all year It goes on, and on, and on And they told me girl, it's gonna be okay But I can't wait What am I gonna do? They all marched slow, into early graves We can't change What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? What do we do?