text: Had one of those days when you wanna try heroin
  Drunk driving, some form of soft suicide
  Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings
  Or peeling the paint off of things to confide
  Maybe someday
  The lies weve led around
  Will crawl under our beds
  And sleep off the years
  Teach me to wiggle my ears like that
  Show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike
  Ask me the questions you never want answers to
  We can re-write them however we like
  Maybe someday
  The lies weve led around
  Will crawl under our beds
  And sleep off the years
  Stop the hardwood floors lopsided grin
  Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee tin
  Let your hand melt a hole in the frost
  Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost
  Someday
  The lies weve led around
  Will crawl under our beds
  And sleep off the years
  Sleep off those years