Strung Out

This god damn car is broken down again
looks like I'm sleepin' in the back
and I'll be dreamin' of a better place
only to call you in the morning
with the same excuse again
by the side of the freeway
watchin' all the cars go by
I think tomorrow will be the day
I get my shit together
and give up this crying game
I've been here before
I know I'll be here again
I don't know why
but it don't feel the same
For one moment I can see clearly
the weight of the world
don't seem so bad
then I find myself here