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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