Well I`m up and I don`t know why, But I guess that`s all that counts. Looking `round as I`m holding my head, and I`m in somebody`s house.
The sun it hits me like a punch in the face with a headache I can`t ignore. Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone`s floor.
I can`t keep this up. I have had enough.
Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb to cover up my morning breath of gin. Something doesn`t seem to sit with me right it` going out the way it went in. I can`t keep this up. I have had enough.
You can count me out, I`m on to you. You can count me out, I`m tired of Leaving my embarrassments behind.
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