I'm back against a wall again I've never known to chase my friends I'm cutting nails against cement And time will tell if I'm content If I get up, I'd be alone I never wanna be at home And I can't seem to draw a line And crossing lines to me seems fine Waking up at 1 P.M. A pounding head on me ascends I recall everything I did At 6 P.M. I start again Then, I call up all my friends I wish that I had better friends We make a plan to strike at ten Plans that never have an end