I Don't Know Why I Do This Anymore

Shuffling through the rain, heading to the train
Where I pack myself like a baked bean in a can
If you ask me I can tell you what I do and where I've been
But, I don't think I can tell you who I am

And I don't know why I do this anymore
Why I always put the dried-up pen
Straight back in the drawer
Why my head thinks I'm an angel
When my heart knows I'm a whore
No, I don't know why I do this anymore

Now Traffic is insane, I'm running late again
Seems nothing ever goes the way we plan
I don't feel the need to win, but the fix is finally in
The game was rigged before we all began

And I don't know why I do this anymore
Why I say that I'm not playin'
Then I secretly keep score
Why my head thinks I'm an angel
When my heart knows I'm a whore
No, I don't know why I do this anymore

And, so I don't know how to quell the contradictions
And I don't know when or how to ask for help
Maybe I'm just asking the wrong questions?
If I don't know what the problem is, I don't know who to tell

I double park my car and I load into the bar
I shout into the mic for a couple hours
All my friends still think I'm broke
And I reek of beer & smoke
Never been so grateful for a shower

And I don't know why I do this anymore
Why I hope this song is different
'Though it's easy to ignore
Why my head thinks I'm an angel
When my heart knows I'm a whore
No, I don't know why I do this anymore