Cooke

I'm circling the drain

With all my problems in hand

Well, I've got a pretty good hand, I'd say

But these new caskets crack the same

The first few stones are the worst

They fall in unnoticed

And scare you for more than they're worth

And all at once, you will not hear your own words

Closet weather at best, and you're a victim

You say we're all in the basket

But, oh, it's so fun to remind us

Over and over again

(We dug our own graves)

Time's a-wasting, so now, I must be leaving

(We sealed our own fate)

I'm crawling outside in the same way that I creeped in

(We dug our own graves)

And the rain falls down, and it's heavy on my eyelids

(We sealed our own fate)

Pulled to the ground, down the ****ing drain

Maybe it's just my luck

But I got a spotless record

Maybe it's harder to stay

And we got it all wrong from the start

Maybe it's all in the cards

Or just an excuse for playing

Maybe it's all in our hearts

Maybe I don't know what I'm saying

I'm circling the drain

But I'm picking these bones up

'Cause, man, they don't live there today

And I don't want to hear the fibers crack

'Cause God knows I'd rather die than be dying

It's not a cliché—no, sir

It is a logical preference, 'cause the way things were this year

Makes me think how good it all could be

And how well it could end

Maybe it's just my luck

But I got a spotless record

Maybe it's harder to stay

And we got it all wrong from the start

Maybe it's all in the cards

Or just an excuse for playing

Maybe it's all in our hearts

Maybe I don’t know what I'm saying

But I'm saying it anyway