Ben Folds Five

Well, she crept back in the house at half past three
Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep
If you really loved me she said
I wouldn't have to be so mean
He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
It's evidence of what he was like
He likes to remember when...
(chorus):
Sha la la, sha la la lo li
The end is growing near
We're treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising