X and Y

Things will never change if you stay awake

There's revelations that are just super lame

And you're not prepared enough to talk about it so you lie

"Things will get better" is all they can say

But you can't sleep or drink away parts of the pain

Wishing you had a choice between X and Y

In your bed alone, you rock against the waves

And on that week of May, you pathetically long for change

On the road you always speed

'Cause there's nothing for me to do at three A.M.