Swearing At Motorists - Drunk on Monday lyrics

I gave you what you wanted It was not what you wanted at all Turn the light off on my way down the hall And i don't really know what it is i don't know And i don't really know No, I don't really know Will they find you face down in your driving machine? Quietly swinging when your legs kick free And the cars drive by And you're inside Trying to get high enough to concentrate Trying to get high enough to concentrate Trying to get high enough to concentrate Trying to get high enough to concentrate