Everything’s keeping me down
Can’t see what’s up there, I’m facing the ground
And I don't feel sorry for me
It’s what I prefer at the end of the week
I’m alone in my room, so it must be Friday night
A cigarette’s burning my hand
There’s ink on my face and a drink on the nightstand
The clocks are all flashing on 12:00
Deep in discussion with only myself
I’m alone in my room, so it must be Friday night
Oh, let it rain, let it fall
Let it drown me in pools of you
So I can finally sleep