Inaction

How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?

Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
I can't keep counting on my relative friends

How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Someone stop me
I'm counting on my relative friends
'Cause this keeps coming up again and again
Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
It's hard to rely on the rhythm section

'Cause this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how it's gonna end

Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor

I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
When this keeps coming up again and again
Why doesn't someone stop me?
Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry but I'm never gonna do it again
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
Someone stop me
And we can talk all we want but all I can say
Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action
Why doesn't someone stop me?
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
For the sixth or seventh night in a row

When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit

Counting on my relative friends
Why doesn't someone stop me?