3, 6, 9

I feel I feel tired awake all night Head so heavy like a wastebasket I feel a choke emotionally broke Here on my belly in the still of the night I feel alone I want out out on my own I want everything I own I find letters pictures Memories of what you can't seem to let go In your bedside table in your pocket In your wallet you know Abusive a stranger in bed Elusive forget everything you said You got a right to have that hand on your arm But the moment you hit it you're on your own You already took over Want now you want to hit the road Your love is like a steamboat running on a need to float I don't need 5 times a day To tell me to go 3 6 9 you drink wine Monkey on your back you feel just fine The things you really wanted Is the thing you want Aaaaaaaah Fuck me