Wake up
Take a shot
No time to bleed
Poor motherf*cker that has come to be
Restless but tired
I show up drunk enough to say f*ck this I'm drinking
F*ck it I'll be in the bathroom
Drowning my sorrows
Wont remember until tomorrow
Who are you in my bed
Lying there practically dead
Heads still throbbing no f*cking rest
No dignity left
No ability or trade could be kept
Trying but I end up rotting my core
Rotting until my insides become sore
Cant wait to go back to my f*cking headache of a life
Getting up leaving drunk those are the 2 steps that I'm stepping
Keys are up I'm gonna walk it's half past eleven
Wake up
Take a shot
No time to bleed
Poor motherf*cker that has come to be
Restless but tired
I show up drunk enough to say f*ck this I'm drinking
Cant hear what you say is that a six or eight?
Let me rot don't talk I can't hear past my guzzle
F*ck it I'll be in the bathroom
Drowning my sorrows
Wont remember until tomorrow
Who are you in my bed
Lying there practically dead
Heads still throbbing no f*cking rest
No dignity left