This is what I do:
I have so much to lose
And I can’t change my ways
Have fun, misbehave
Complacent with my dilemma

It still could have been May
No more than three weeks had passed
And I became stuck in my ways
Like my mind was my own clock
Wake up, go to work, come home
Do it all again
I drank to stop my mind from wandering
When I was home
When I was home alone

This is what I do:
I have so much to lose
And I can’t change my ways
Have fun, misbehave
Complacent with my dilemma

It still could have been May
No more than three weeks had passed
And I became stuck in my ways
Like my mind was my own clock
Wake up, go to work, come home
Do it all again
I drank to stop my mind from wandering
When I was home
When I was home alone