Out of Focus-Buck 65

Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on Tables I dance on and benches at bed time Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end I just had a terrible argument with my girlfriend Something or other, I always seem to be in trouble Getting kind of hard to hear and maybe now I'm seeing double God almighty, give me strength and put the poison down tomorrow Tonight I'm gonna stay up late, see if I can drown in sorrow (2x's) I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the best I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose I'm lower than life, living like it's the last day Eyes gone out and hard like an ashtray Dog won't play with me I'm smelly and unshaven Walkin in circles and searching for a safe haven Time's running low but still I remain patient Practicing my lines hanging out at the train station 500 excuses and working on a dozen more unemployed again your parents hate me cause I'm poor (2x's) I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the best I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose I'm quick to throw the towel in too stubborn to apologize the future is bleek and my memories are wallet-sized I'm out of ideas, it feels like I'm choking All of my mirrors and promises are broken I'm lousy and threadbare too low to get down Almost out of gas but can't stand to sit down God almighty, wish me luck, let me get to sleep I'm trying to keep it all together I've got to laugh to keep from crying I go under the blouse and grope for the breast I call this one hope and hope for the best I play fight rarely and barely touch the surface anchors away I'm out of focus on purpose