well they tell me there’s a hundred ways to fight / but I only need a few of them tonight / ‘cause there’s no way to prove / if what’s killing me’s got the best of you / and my speculation’s sputtering again / plenty reason I should turn the other way / but the reasoning is wearing thin today / I confess that I hate / nothing quite so much as an empty slate / and I‘m running out of time to run along / I’m not coming home tonight / I'm not coming home tonight / ‘til I can’t remember what was wrong with me / well they tell me there’s a hundred ways to fight / and I’m hoping not to use them all tonight / ‘cause there’s no way to prove / if what’s killing me’s got the best of you / and my speculation’s sputtering again / when you’re looking hard enough / all the edges frayed and rough / nothing much to recommend leaves you empty / so I’m not coming home tonight / I’m not coming home tonight / ‘til I can’t remember what was wrong with me / ‘cause there’s no way to prove / when you win, then you lose / and there’s no...
