Drunk On Monday

I gave you what you wanted
It was not what you wanted at all
Turn the light off on my way down the hall
And i don’t really know what it is i don’t know
And i don’t really know
No, I don’t really know
Will they find you face down in your driving machine?
Quietly swinging when your legs kick free
And the cars drive by
And you’re inside
Trying to get high enough to concentrate
Trying to get high enough to concentrate
Trying to get high enough to concentrate
Trying to get high enough to concentrate