87 Days

12 O'clock again
And the light are getting dim
I walk for miles to the microphone
Try to make it real
Like its really how i feel
And the truth is
I don't even recognize the song
And I'm out of phase
I haven't slept in days
80 down and 7 left to go, oh
Oh, baby I wanna crawl home tonight
Yeah, baby I wanna crawl home tonight
I'm beat up and inebriated
87 days and I'm crawling home
Yeah (Take it, Mark)
(Mark Torien)
Sitting on my ass
Never want it empty fast
See the smiling faces from our past
Streams of diamond rings and all the pleasure that she brings
But here, the telephone never rings
And hold me now
I think I'm gonna crash
Something tells me that it's gonna last
I'm beat up and inebriated
87 days and I'm crawling home
Baby, I wanna crawl home tonight,
I'm crawling home (Baby, I wanna see you)
Baby, I wanna crawl home, tonight
I'm crawling home