So far away from sleep I couldn’t write you a song if you dared me
I tuned my ear to hear what they wanted from me
Then promptly turned down the volume and went to sleep

I couldn’t hate you for looking that way that one afternoon - need babes on the beach
Couldn’t hate when you said that next round of drinks were on you
I couldn’t stand to hear that all of Miami had been in bloom
That week you spent cooped up alone in your hotel room

It’s quite alright to be no good at all of the things you thought you would like
Being kind and talking straight, I do believe I live with hate cause

I’ve got a big fucking problem with all the little things
People keep telling me it’s time I spend mine trying to bring
Into my life like a key, cure or seed - I don’t believe

In the healing power of designer brand mac’n’cheese
The healing power of a Cartier time piece
The healing power of a night in the VIP
The healing power of a week spent overseas

The healing power of time spent relaxing
Healing power of work that’s less taxing
Healing power of affording what you need
The healing power of a life lived without disease

I’m getting nervous and I’m wondering ‘bout the TV
And all the people that I’m trying not to be
Filling me up like a turnstile door
Fortune’s fool forever more
So if it’s time to go
If it’s time to go I hope
You just say so, you just saw so, you just say so, whoa

Cause if no one’s ever going to love me the way that I really am
To know would only mean it’s time to make more appropriate plans
Leave the records to my mom and the hope chest to my dog
One more little mystery when I am gone
One more little mystery when I am gone
One more little mystery when I am gone