Two For Flinchin - Another Night Lyrics

Come on!
Another night, another empty room
I can think of five things I'd rather be doing
Three of them are you
Instead I stand here in discontent
Thinking about all of the time I've waisted
The time that's dead and spent
And a hundred contacts doesn't mean a lot
When your social skills are feeling like they're shot
And all the things you said were casting
Bigger stones at my glass houses
Tearing down the guard I've built
Replacing it with grief and guilt
I know I've been like this before
A million times or maybe more
Guess that I'll get used to this
Life's spent day to day just being pissed
Just like that. a line was crossed
You were busy tryin to figure out ways to knock me down a notch
But save your breath, cause I've got lists full of shit that I have botched
Your names number six or seven, I'm reminded to myself I can't win
And a hundred contacts doesn't mean a lot
When your social skills are feeling like they're shot
And the things you said were casting
Bigger stones at my glass houses
Tearing down the guard I've built
Replacing it with grief and guilt
I know I've been like this before
A million times or maybe more
Guess that I'll get used to this
Life's spent day to day just being pissed

Come on!
Another night, another empty room
I can think of five things I'd rather be doing
Three of them are you
Instead I stand here in discontent
Thinking about all of the time I've waisted
The time that's dead and spent
And a hundred contacts doesn't mean a lot
When your social skills are feeling like they're shot
And all the things you said were casting
Bigger stones at my glass houses
Tearing down the guard I've built
Replacing it with grief and guilt
I know I've been like this before
A million times or maybe more
Guess that I'll get used to this
Life's spent day to day just being pissed
Just like that. a line was crossed
You were busy tryin to figure out ways to knock me down a notch
But save your breath, cause I've got lists full of shit that I have botched
Your names number six or seven, I'm reminded to myself I can't win
And a hundred contacts doesn't mean a lot
When your social skills are feeling like they're shot
And the things you said were casting
Bigger stones at my glass houses
Tearing down the guard I've built
Replacing it with grief and guilt
I know I've been like this before
A million times or maybe more
Guess that I'll get used to this
Life's spent day to day just being pissed