Yesterday

My baby, it's gotten late

I'm done with yesterday

So go with your senses for once

I carry conversation

I'll stay the night here if you want

I give so much to get pushed off

What kind of mess has this become, become?

She makes the rules up as she goes

And I bite my fist if she don't show

Nobody 'round her lets her know

And if I had to rewind

I think I know what l'd find

No one's at fault, but it's mine

Baby, it's gotten late

I'm done with yesterday

So go with your senses for once

I carry conversation

I'll stay the night here if you want

I give so much to get pushed off

What kind of mess has this become, become?

I waste away, I'll see you later

Where did you go?

Put pen to paper

Don't lead me on, do me a favor

You know you're leading me on, so see you later