Sitting on a slanted bed in a room with a slanted door
Seems like everything lately has been at angles to the rest of the world
My cigarette slants into the ashtray like the sunrise slanted in through my window
I'm getting used to seeing everything sideways: it's easier that way you know

But I have made it my goal to stand upright through all of this

She used to lie beside me sideways, sidling up to my back
Now she smiles a slanted smile, slants her body back away from me
Sun been screwing my head on crooked; I've been thinking things I know ain't right
She angles me a question and I give a crooked answer: I'm fine

But I have made it my goal to stand upright through all of this

But I've been feeling crooked lately, like I've been telling lies to you
I've been feeling crooked lately, but sometimes, I guess that's nothing new
So if my version of what you said and what I did comes out a little skewed
You can assume that what you saw is probably closer to the truth

And a crooked rain slants in my face as I walk up on my slanted street
From a bar where I tipped a few to try and see another side
And I thought I saw you in the eyes of a girl I passed on my way home
But I lean my body forward as the street, and you, fall away behind

But I have made it my goal to stand upright through all of this

Sitting on a slanted bed in a room with a slanted door