I'm moving slowly 'cause
I'm not feeling to good today.
What was I thinking before
I started drinking yesterday. Oh what the hell tomorrow's only Sunday & tomorrow
I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket.
But there's always a good side to the bad so I said fuck it
I'll know for sure that
I'm alive thought
I'll wish that I was dead. I'll throw up six or seven times before
I even get out of bed.
I'll throw up six or seven times before I even get out of bed. But tonight I'll drown these sorrows and get Punk Fucking Drunk.
