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.