Damn I'm down to running on fumes
Now these ever changing moods
Of mine have finally regained the upper hand
So I just plug in the chord
Avoid the beer on the floor
And hide behind a telecaster and a stand

Can't see a thing but the mic
As I am blinded by light my eyes

My eyes on the microphone
My eyes on the microphone tonight
My eyes on the microphone
My eyes on the microphone tonight
I try to hide
How I'd rather be alone
Sitting on my couch at home
Dying to be all alone
Tonight

Damn some nights are bringing me down
I don't do well in a crowd
Of drunken patrons when I'm sober as can be
So I keep biting my nails
Exhaustion's 'bout to prevail
Just keep the autopilot on till I can sleep

Can't see a thing but the mic
As I am blinded by light my eyes
My body covered in smoke
On it's way down my throat and I choke