Six am,
You stumble your way back to bed,
You won't be awake until two in the afternoon,
The headache you're having,
Screams of the evening before,
And the stain on your shoes
Is just another sign of these blues
Oh these days come,
And these days go,
but the sun's not coming up,
Spending all my money on
drugs, booze and I'm running from
Track, to track, track
I drank my weight,
then made my way to some party,
It's easy to talk when you know that you're not there,
This girl I met,
She told me she studied accounting, but
What happens next,
I can't remember the rest
Oh these days come,
And these days go,
but the sun's not coming up,
Spending all my money on
drugs, booze and I'm running fro m
Track, to track, track
I wish I could tell you something else pertaining
to the situation brought up at hand,
But I'm too tired,
I'm too stoned,
I think I'm probably running low on gas,
I'm freaking out
When summer comes,
this will all be a different story,
When morning comes
We get to get up,
And do it again
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