Texty: Milow. Landslide.

Can I be excused from what I was doing
From what was I doing, I need to buckle up
We make noise so pretty
But closing time is only a matter of time

As far as I'm concerned we lost by a landslide
And I think that just might keep pissing me off
I didn't see it coming, I never see it coming
Not even this time

Isn't a wake-up call supposed to tell you something?
Call me again sometime and I will just learn nothing
You need to explain to me over coffee
Why you said this could be the worst day of the year

As far as I'm concerned I won't get in to
The fact we turned in to a couple of ghosts
Yearning to burning, yearning to rising

Yet locked in time and space

Isn't a wake-up call supposed to tell you something?
Call me again sometime and I will just learn nothing
You need to explain to me over coffee
Why you said this could be the worst day of the year

The worst day of the year
You need to explain to me over coffee
Why you said this could be the worst day of the year

As far as I'm concerned I won't get in to
The fact we turned into a couple of ghosts
A couple of ghosts, a couple of ghosts