Another day, feelin’ like Cusack
Exploring options only to find
There’s no closure at the end of the night
You can beg you can break
Let the well pour you another drink
For your chapped and expressionless face
Hiding away
In your masquerade
Time’s up for looser
Words you produce her
A wedding night
But the dress is never going to fit alright
It’s always tight in the waist
Another night readin’ the phone book
As if something would jump off the page
And land in my way
To steer me off this path that I’m
Steady like a knife
In the hands of the parlor man
Making money to survive
Time’s up for looser
Words you produce her
A wedding night
But the dress is never going to fit alright
It’s always tight in the waist
Another spring left feeling bland
There’s no spice in the sand
That’s not around my feet
And the bite of the cold
Reminds my that I’m home
But where I lay my head
Don’t mean a damn
Time’s up for looser
Words you produce her
A wedding night
But the dress is never going to fit alright
It’s always tight in the waist
And you may ask for glory
I’m no king this ain’t your story and I
Give up the throne
These hands don’t have the power to hold
The crown on my head
My shoulders dip into my chest
A pauper is all I can digest
Time’s up for looser
Time’s up for looser
Time’s up for looser
Time’s up for looser
Time’s up for looser
Words you produce her
A wedding night
But the dress is never going to fit alright
It’s always tight in the waist
