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.
And so 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´s going out the way it went in.
And so I can´t keep this up.
I have had enough.
´Cause you can count me out, I´m on to you.
´Cause you can count me out, I´m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind.
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