Comin' Around Lyrics

theres a budwieser can stuck to the floor
theres mold on this old cold applecore
theres a cigarette butt washing up on the shore
theres a rock hard noodle I didn't notice before

youre not coming around anymore

theres a bruise on my brain but I dont feel sore
theres a million in my wallet but I feel so poor
I'd buy another one of you at the store
I used up all of my love you used the knob on the door