Well, I keep waking up exhausted
And I can't seem to pick my head up off of the floor
I want to reattach it to the top of my spine
But it don’t fit on my shoulders anymore
Because it's getting too big
Because it's getting too big

And I keep waking up so nauseous
And tripping over all the bottles on my floor
But I won't cave
I'll ride this wave 'til I can't stomach it anymore
Because I'm getting too sick
I think I'm getting too sick
I think I might be... sick?
But I think I'll have one more
(Welcome, to my shit show everybody
I bet this isn't what you thought you were getting into tonight
Now it’s too late. You’re alrеady here.)