You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

 I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything

 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head

 Wy zaś, jakkolwiek usiądziecie,Muzykantami nie będziecie.

 I'm not spending any time, wasting tonight on you
I know, I've heard it all

 Ready, aim and fire your gun, nothing can cool me down

 In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart

 The sun is down and we're bound to get
Exhausted and so far from the shore

 In the void I go
Nothing here seems close to what I know

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home

 When I'm feeling ordinary
When I don't know what I mean!