Bad Things

I feel funny but I am not smiling
I’m straight to voicemail but I keep on dialing
I got used to the way I’m conditioned
Born with a midwestern raw superstition

You don’t get used to an empty room
You just get used to hearing voices
Running over all the choices you have made

You don’t get used to an empty room
You just get used to hearing voices
Running over all the choices you have made

You know I don’t want to take this alone
But I’m out of time and you’re in another time zone
I can't help it I have a condition
Born with an unquenchable disposition

You don’t get used to an empty room
You just get used to hearing voices
Running over all the choices you have made

You don’t get used to an empty room
You just get used to hearing voices
Running over all the choices you have made

But I can feel bad things coming
When I have good things going
It’s been a hard year
But you got my soft side showing

But I can feel bad things coming
When I have good things going
And it’s been a hard year
But you got my soft side showing