Testo: Digger. Other. Night Life.

Another reckless night begins. A brand new thing called "all my friends" but one of them is sleeping and the other's too far gone. I go down to the movie store, but I've seen them all a million times before. Another weekend that I am nothing but alone. Why should I even try? I'm not sleeping on your couch, I'm just resting my eyes. I used to have too much to do. Now I'm kicking off my shoes. If i can just get drunk enough I'm sure I'll have a ball. I guess we found a place to go, mom and dad would always say no. Now I make my own rules and I have no place at all. Why should I even try? I know I should be happy in my easy chair without you there, but how can you explain why I always think of you. I guess I just have nothing else to do. Why does it always seem to be everyone's got something to do but me? I can't get my mind off things, when the telephone never rings. Just because I may not be Mr. Personality. I just wish I had a nightlife besides you and me. Why should i even try? I know you would be happy in your lazy-boy without your boy-toy. I can't explain how I ended up with you? I guess that your nightlife sucks, too!