The Last Day

Before I started singing in the morning
I banished all the biters to the keep
Before i started thinking in the morning
Ya chewed off half my ear lobe in your sleep
I know these roads turn so many ways
But I keep coming back to this place
Where I talked to myself for thirty days
Until I ran out of things to say
Before I started singing in the morning
I walked around and finished every ounce
Of wounded soldiers left after the party
And burned out every lightbulb in your house
I know these roads turn so many ways
But I keep coming back to this place
Where I ran my mouth for thirty days
Until I ran clean out of things to say