Wake up too late
How the hell did I get back home
Lipstick stains, ashtray
Can't bear to throw anything of yours out
Buying cocaine outside the Circle K
Who cares if it kills me anyway
What's the point
Staying clean for Christmas
Beat up the same old joint
Drinking 'til I feel like talking
It's hard to feel so what's one more pint
Either way it been us to feel something
I don't wanna hate this town
I'm just trying to keep my head down
What's the point
When everybody knows your business
See 'em turn the lights off in our house
The hell I'ma supposed to do now
God damn it I hate myself
God damn it I hate this town
Strip malls, local bank
Street lined up with neon crosses
Fucking Christian's to be frank
Sick of doing everyone a favor
People seem to love God's healing them
Rest of us are on our own I guess
Whats the point of screaming out into nothing
See 'em turn the lights off in our house
The hell I'ma supposed to do now
Said he was forever but what now
God damn it I hate myself
God damn it I hate this town
I don't wanna hate this town
Just trying to keep my head down
What's the point
What's the point