I might as well just sleep it off. Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed. When I'm desperate and alone, I know, I know, I know how low I'd go. So I'll just drive and disapprear, And maybe if I'm lucky then by this time next year, No one, I know, will know my name, It's either change or go or I'll explode today. I'll leave a note on my machine, Unplug the phone and finish packing all of my things. I found a photograph of me, (And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day, I don't even recognize my own face. Had another break down, And I'm floating face down. I might as well just sleep it off. Wishful thinking's got my wires crossed. When I'm desperate and alone, I know, I know, I know how low I'd go. I had to sleep it off. The sinking feeling of always felling lost, Has it been that long? Six years worth of always being wrong. I met an old friend out on the street, Traded stories and out of date memories. And she has a photograph of me, It has been such a slow decay, day to day, Did we seem much happier in those days? (And) It's been such a slow decay, day to day, I don't even recognize my own face. I know, I know, I know how low I'd go. I know, I know, I know how low I'd go. I know, I know, I know how low I'd go. I know, I know, I know how low I'd go.