What's the point of ever opening our goddamn mouths? What falls out is drunken disorder It's arched backs, it's bad habits, it's just a slippery slope It's false hope and a warm body for less lonely slumber A left turn at best intentions So what's right when everything I've always known is wrong? I wake up and wonder When you left, it was me left leaning to what's right When everything I've always known is wrong We still wake up and wander on All month long Wake up and wander on All month long ♪ A farewell toast with our remaining cigarette As we've drawn through our skin on a slow ride (Of cowboy killers and fixers) It's where we began and the most we'll become over time ♪ So it's a left turn at best intentions Am I right if everyone you've always known is wrong? I wake up and wonder When I left, it was you left leaning to my right As everyone you've always known was wrong But still, we wake up and wander on All month long Wake up and wander on All month long ♪ We've drawn through our skin on a timeline (Frame the shot for the fixer) Here's to where we began and the most we become over time ♪ All month long Wake up and wander on All month long