Bright Eyes

I wish I saved up for rainy days cause they're the hardest to be dry
I got no self control
I'm always begging into telephones
I bought a little from my brother's friend, well, just to get me by
I don't trust his cut
The effect is never as high as the mark-up
I think I'll print it in the personals that I'm looking for a match
Someone to light me up, someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done
Each day there are hours I skip like a stone
I just crawl in a bag
I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow
I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door