Rock bottom
Can�t complain because I did it to myself
Rocking back and forth
Curled at the bottom of the shower
Elvis Costello won�t stop singing
About some spooky girlfriend
And my head won�t stop spinning
And my gut won�t stop spewing
And I regret it all, but will do it again
There is one I tried so hard to make better
One I tried to make worse
And the first has just faded away into a
Dull shadow of who he used to be.
Or maybe now I can be too bright.
I thought that was impossible
I can�t explain any of it.
At one point I thought I had it all figured out.
Now, knowing I know nothing
Things can be easier
At least I won�t be disappointed
And all this happens as I try to breathe
And crawl back to bed
As bad as I feel,
I feel better than then.