Day Drinking

I've been trying not to fall in step
With the cars racing down the highway
Past my house in the middle of the night
Where are they going
At two in the morning?

But lately I've been getting up
At eight just to take a shot
To make the pain go away
Maybe it'd work if
The vodka weren't burning a hole
Through my stomach
Like every goddamn boy
Who pierced a hole through my heart

Staying up late used to thrill me
But now I do it
Just to have a little peace of mind
From the roof of my one story house
The world isn't small enough for me to feel
Like I make some type of difference

The cars and their headlights
Still cast shadows on my feet
As I'm dangling over the edge
Where are they going at two in the morning?

Probably somewhere better than here
Where I'm more than the girl
Who just can't figure it out
Maybe the scenery will change
But I will stay the same
And everything will amount to so much less
Than I've anticipated

People are walking, running and dancing
Falling in and out of love
Every time I turn
They say that I'll find it
When I least expect it
So I've lowered my expectations
And only got some broken bones

Am I lost or breaking the flow of cars
Racing through the night?
Where are they going at two in the morning?