Does anybody know where we're going to?
Or just like me, you're not yourself?

Or I'm just a ghost of yesterday,
I'll never be as good as what I was.

I shot myself into my head,
and I don't know what's going on.

It's the little things you say at night,
that always make me feel all right.

Yeah they do,
yeah they do,
yeah they do.
Oh...

It's the little things at night that you say and do.
And that's why I want a plan B...
That's what I want to happen.