the days are getting shorter it's almost winter and I've broken a promise to myself that I'd be out in this town, this filthy city with its grand designs and circus clowns

when I lie awake at night, I like to imagine the freeway, the freeway is an ocean with waves and waves of cars crashing crashing, crashing on the shore

it's convenient to blame myself it's convenient to blame myself, it's convenience to blame myself

when he lies awake at night, he likes to imagine the freeway, the freeway is an ocean with waves of waves of cars crashing crashing on the shore...

(note the laziness here in not writing a second verse? Just sing it higher and add a laugh track --- seems convenient)

it's convenient to blame myself, it's convenient to blame myself, it's convenience to blame myself, it's convenience ....