Pretty Low

I've grown to hate myself some days From lying through my teeth never meaning what I say So I spend my time inside my head I dream of ways to lose myself and never leave my bed I watch the world go by flashing in front of my eyes Mostly I'm wasting time I fall in love each day on the train Every foreign face that pass me by, I'll never see again I take the same route home that as have for days Hoping to catch a glimpse or reflection of an old familiar face in the window pane I watch the world go by flashing in front of my eyes Mostly I'm wasting time I've got myself to blame for losing all over again I've got myself to blame I fall in love each day on the train All the foreign faces all the happy faces that I'll never see again What's the use in all of this? What's the point in all of this? And now, in all this time I watch the world go by flashing in front of my eyes Mostly I'm wasting time I've got myself to blame for losing all over again I've got myself to blame (Fall in love) (Fall in love) (Fall in love) (Fall in love) (Fall in love) (Fall in love)