Pretty Angry - Blues Traveler

I wish I drank tequila

I wish I stayed up late

But lately when the Sandman comes

You know I just can wait

No, lately I can wait

And we packed up all your boxes

It’s all been hauled away

I never stare at walls so bare

'Cause something always stays

Yeah something of you stays

And I wanna shout from my guitar

Come out, come out wherever you are

The joke is over, open your eyes

A heart like yours, it never dies

And I found your keys behind your chair

I still can see you sitting there

This isn’t funny;

don’t fool around

You let me go… you let me down

And I guess I’m still pretty angry

And I don’t want to be

I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time

Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me

I wish I walked on water

Pulling rabbits from my sleeve

Guessing cards and saving everyone

I wish I still believed

Oh I wish that I believed

That I could also channel voices

That I’ve endured the burning blade

That I could make some of your choices

I wish I weren’t afraid

Of those choices that you’ve made

Like I could give you what you need

So ollie ollie oxen free

The game is up and I give in

So show yourself so that you can win

Come claim your prize and I don’t care

I still can see you standing there

How could you leave, how could you lie?

You cut me off in mid-reply

And I guess I’m still pretty angry

And I don’t want to be

I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time

Missing you or wishing instead it was me

The will to win, the urge to race

I still can see it on your face

Thought I’d keep up but only crashed

I wasn’t built to move that fast

Thought I could match you stride for stride

But I was on the other side

And holding onto the safety rail

With knuckles white, complexion pale

A cloud of dust and you were gone

Thought I would catch you later on

I limped behind, your race was won

But were you racing or on the run?

How you enjoyed, you loved to drive

And I’m destroyed… 'cause I’m alive

And I guess I’m still pretty angry

And I don’t want to be

I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time

Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me

And I guess I’m still pretty angry

And I don’t want to be

I don’t know which was the bigger waste of time

Missing you…