At five thirty you'll ask yourself
"What did I do?"
Most would think it's just a dream

but you know that it's just your old routine.
How can you look at yourself in the mirror when you know,
the person that is looking back is

not the same as who's been looking in.
Why do you do this?
How are you proud?

We all know the games you play,
the real question is;
Who will you go home with tonight?


Give it up, give it up, give me what you've got.
You've been spreading your lies and now you've been caught.

Shot down at the end of it all,
oh how happy it makes me just to see you fall.
Your words they'll wrap around your neck and the only regret

I'll have is seeing you again.

You're only wasting my time.

You've got me wrapped around your finger and
I don't know to break free,
break free from this.


Dime, dime a dozen.
Just lie there awake, a fake, you're afraid.

How you proud?
How are you proud?
Who will you go home with tonight?

Tonight!

So give me all that you've got!

You're self-absorbed and you're just so obsessed
with all the guys that will fill your bed.
You speak in tongues and you've oh so

rehearsed all the lines that you've fed to the victims you bed.

You're only wasting my time.

You've got me wrapped around your finger and
I don't know to break free,
break free from this.


Dime, dime a dozen.