Up too late again
Drinking gin and tonics
You tell me we're bad
We won't talk about it
I don't say much past sad
You don't need to know what
I try not to think
Try to lose some weight
Not trying too hard
Haven't run in months
Not smoking too much
Miss me when you're gone
Maybe send a postcard
I think I'm out of touch
I wish I knew just what to do with me