Midnight, feeling lonely
So I get up and play the same song over again
And drinkin' champagne not to be fancy
Just turns my brain off and lets the night air in
I'm gettin' older, and my jets are starting to cool
If I ever get sober, it's really over for you fools
I'm ready for one more spin on the wheel
Some pain has roots far too deep to conceal
Even with nerves of vanadium steel
There's things I just don't want to feel
Some things I just don't want to feel
So what's the problem? Cat got my tongue again?
Can't say the right thing when it has any meaning
And I'm still reeling from yesterday
The shame is blinding
When will I see you again, babe?
I'm getting closer to when this is over
I can see the end
For what it's worth, I never thought I'd feel this way again
But I'm ready for one more spin on the wheel
'Cause darling, you are far too good to be real
But even with nerves of vanadium steel
There's things I just don't want to feel
Some things I just don't want to feel
Some things I just don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
Things I don't want to feel
