When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on
The hope you forget that you hate him more than you notice
I wrote this for you (for you, so)
You need him, I could be him,
I could be an accident but I'm still
Trying, and that's more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know.
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appraise a hidden value, get off my ass and call you
In the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of
Waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon
You need him, I could be him,
I could be an accident but I'm still
Trying, and that's more than I can say for him
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman
And maybe he won't find out what I know.
You were the last good thing about this part of town.