On Almost Any Sunday Morning Counting Crows

Take a message to your head

Just stay beside her in the bed

You were so stupid

To believe in things you couldn't see

Then make them all you want

If you haven't got the reasons

Just make up any reasons

Then pick them 'til they're torn

Take it all away

You took your coat today

But they all go back in the morning

Make a time to find your way

I got a little further today

Wash your eyes clear of anything

Make them empty circles

Dress yourself in black of gray

I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child

This lithium is heroin to me

It makes it all withdraw

All the anger and loss

But it all keeps coming back in the morning

You keep yourself too clean

You dig yourself a dream

That we won't be coming home alone

Not this time

Not this time

Not this time

Not this time