Last night, I slipped on the pavement. Woke up three miles from the basement. While you sleep, I walk through the city, Not knowing what to think when you tell me That I don't give a f** 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.