3,6,9

I feel, I feel tired, awake all night

Head so heavy like a wastebasket

I feel a choke, emotionally broke

Here on my belly in the still of the night

I feel alone

I want out, out on my own

I want everything I own

I find letters, pictures

Memories of what you can't seem to let go

In your bedside table, in your pocket

In your wallet, you know

Abusive, a stranger in bed

Elusive, forget everything you said

You got a right to have that hand on your arm

But the moment you hit it you're on your own

You already took over

Want, now you want to hit the road

Your love is like a steamboat running on a need to float

I don't need 5 times a day

To tell me to go

3, 6, 9, you drink wine

Monkey on your back, you feel just fine

The things you really wanted

Is the thing you want

Aaaaaaaah

Fuck me