The Turnaround

Another morning in the evening
Times still on the floor
And I dont even know her name
Or if she lives here
Had enough but I want more
I dont remember how I got here
And how long its been now
A day or two, maybe moreOn the whole must [?] remains
Never wanted anyway
I always bit the hand that beat me
And they rode me off
Its easy not to careNever trusted anyone
Dont see why I should now
Fade some blinking never fairYoure all gonna be sorry when Ill leave town
And get it together, for the turnaround