Twelve o' clock in the morning
Friday night
Another lonely night
Is coming on

I'm put to sleep in my own bed
Another waking dead
Is coming on

Yeah
And I'm not one of them
And I'm not one of them

Yeah
And I'm not one to lose
So take me out
I'm picking up my phone

I'm all wound up
I'll fall down
If cigarettes don't burn me out

She broke my heart
Took me out to dry again
No one really seems to care

Twelve o' clock in the morning
Wednesday night
Another lonely night
Is coming on

I'm put to sleep in my own bed
Another waking dead
Is coming on

Yeah
And I'm not one of them
And I'm not one of them

Yeah
And I'm not one to lose
So take me out
I'm picking up my phone

I'm all wound up
I'll fall down
If cigarettes don't burn me out

She broke my heart
Took me out to dry again
No one really seems to care