Band Of Skulls

What's the point of pain if it's been abused?
What's a kid like me even got to lose?
Here I am on your bed again – it’s too big for the room it's in.
Wash your face and mouth just a little bit,
everybody knows that you're good at it.
Nothing hurts like an answer phone, drinking some, waking up alone.
Maybe if I try just a little more, I can take myself from this dirty floor.
Walk through buildings of elegance, just like you are intelligent.
But still I fall from grace with this microphone,
how'd you find yourself if you never roam?
Certainly I'm indebted baby, certainly, certainly...
I know my place, but it don't know me.
I know my place, but it don't know me.