Ben Folds Five Follow

I met this girl
She looked like Axl Rose
Got drunk and took her home
and we slept in our clothes
And in the morning
put my feet on the floor and thought
'Being awake
Never felt like this before'

And Julianne
you know she wouldn't approve
Talked all day on the phone
'cause I had nothing to do
Got rid of Axl by the afternoon
Being awake
Never felt so clear and

Oo
That's all I knew
Guess that I was innocent too
I sing a song, yeah,
And it won't be the blues
'Cause I don't miss Julianne

My friend she told me
she felt sorry for me
She said the truth would come
crashing down on me
down on me
That I'd be sorry
but the truth of it is
That I feel guilty
for not giving a shit

I got my bag of trash
I got my bag of trash
I walk it up and down,
And drag it up and down the road
How could she miss a man
Who drags a bag of trash
Down the road?

This week I feel
Like I been born again
You know that Julianne
She would have a fit
She'd find a reason
For the things that I did
And gave me credit
For the things that I never did