You know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey, but it's really not my home.

[wind_up_cars]

Well here I am, here I've been. Laying at the end of your hallway for months, just like always, just with a crippling desire to stay. And if not me, someone is always singing that awake is the new sleep, but let's just lay back down, right here.
Well here I am, and my head is still sleeping in. And it almost feels worse than New Year's.