[Verse 1]
D G
It's been about three weeks now, since I laid in her bed
D G
No rest for my soul I need, A little soul rest for my head
D G
See I've been dancing with possibility, playing with my razor blade
D
I lost the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think I had
G
it made
[Chorus]
F#m G D
Why are you laying down? I say that it beats standing up
F#m G D
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
F#m G D
My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour
F#m G D
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
F#m G D
They showed me the door
[Verse 2]
D G
It seems it's been forever now, I'm giving up on that bed
D G
I ain't got much soul left now, And I don't have that much bread
D G
I'm seeing that there are no more possibilities, I've tossed away my razor blade
D G
I never had the thing I thought I had, the thing that made me think
D G
I had it made. Think I had it made
[Chorus]
F#m G D
Why are you laying down? I say that it beats standing up
F#m G D
What's got you feeling so down, I hold up my empty cup
F#m G D
My friend, as you can see, I have nothing to pour
F#m G D
Invited in, I gave all I had and they showed me the door
F#m G D
They showed me the door