Sessions Counting Crows

Goin’ home from California
Spent my money on the wine
I pay my bills and get my fill
Cause we’re the last of the traveling kind
I don’t want no damn religion
Because I’m not prepared to die
But I’ve been wrong
And sometimes, baby, you can’t hide

I told my doctor
“Doctor, I gave all my love away.”
I’m a bathroom boy
If you bin my toy
Well, then I’ll think better anyway
And I will lie right down beneath the ground
When my time has come to go
But until then man
I gotta think that maybe I don’t know
I said, “Until then girl
I gotta think that maybe you don’t know.”

I get my sessions on the phone
I’m gonna take my pills
And spend my nights alone
When I find myself the real thing
I go cold