Broken Cash Machine

Home alone on friday night No better time for exercise And wishing you were still my girlfriend Sweeping floors and folding napkins Praying something cool might happen The sun explodes, we die The world ends Talking to my friends about stuff Nasty beer and plastic handcuffs Back when them and you and me Would share our space in harmony [Chorus] Oh, why did I do that? Why does everything collapse? Even when it's glued together Hey, why did I do that? I make everything collapse Even when it's glued together Questioning my awkward footing Mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding Hiding gifted fixtures Trying to not say words out loud Wondering if I'm talking too loud My eyes burning holes in your old pictures [Chorus] Fuck you why did I do that? It's your fault I can't relax But nothing's changing while I'm sitting here With both hands glued together