Beck - End Of The Day

I've seen the end of the day come too soon,
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do,
You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself,
Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell,
You can't tell.

I've seen the end of the day come too late,
Seen the love you had turning into hate,
Had to act like I didn't even care,
But I did, so I got stranded standing there,
Standing there.

It's nothing that I haven't seen before,
But it still kills me like it did before.
No, it's nothing that I haven't seen before,
But it still kills me like it did before.

I've seen the end of the day come too soon,
Like the prison dogs, they set out after you,
You owe nothing to the past but wasted time
To serve a sentence that was only in your mind,
In your mind.

It's nothing that I haven't seen before,
But it still kills me like it did before.
No, it's nothing that I haven't seen before,
But it still kills me like it did before.