Idiot Songtext
von Maggie Halfman

Hungover, Monday morning
Gave myself no forewarning
Idiots go to bed when the sun comes up

Little packet of water powder
Can′t compete with sadness or your
Ability to tell yourself you can handle it
But the sun shines on anyway, I'm

Breathing the same oxygen as you are
I know I′ve got a little work to do on myself
I'm still just another idiot I guess

Ice cream can't fix the fact
You blew 80 bucks at the bar you know like
The back of your hand stumbling home again


Green Bay Packers quarterback sat on the bench
You still pledged allegiance to the Sunday funday
Moderation′s not your strong point
But the game plays on anyway, I′m

Breathing the same oxygen as you are
I know I've got a little work to do on myself
I′m still just another idiot I guess
Just another idiot I guess

It all feels like a dream
You carry on anyway
Put your fantasies to bed
I know it's a shame I′m

Breathing the same oxygen as you are
I know I've got a little work to do on myself
I′m still just another idiot I guess
Just another idiot I guess
Just another idiot I guess