On any given morning
You can find me snoring in my nice California king bed
Half dead
Weird thoughts going through my head
Take it slow
Open up my eyes, grab my phone
Five or six missed calls, caller IDs all unknown

Debt collector, phone infector
Never giving up calling me, marring my record
Whatever, money's coming in soon
Got a song in my heart, my head's a balloon

I guess it's just me
I'm a tragic comedy
It's just me, it's just me
Old familiar company

To hell and back, to hell and then back
To hell and then back and back to hell

On any given afternoon
I'm in my room making up a tune
Turn on the Mac, search Craigslist
Girl's pissed, need to find a job, need to find it quick
Dazed, hazy little afternoon
Gotta get it together quick, or I'll get kicked out soon
I should be rising early looking for work
My girl makes all the money, I'm a jerk
She's under too much pressure and it hurts
I wanna provide
This artist life feels like a curse sometimes
I guess it's just me
Old familiar company
It's just me, it's just me
I'm a tragic comedy

To hell and back, to hell and then back
To hell and then back and back to hell