6:00 AM, you stumble your way back to bed
You won't be awake until 2 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 suns not coming up
Spending all my money on drugs, booze and I'm running
From track to track to track

I drank my weight and 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, hell I can't remember the rest

Oh these days come and these days go
But the suns not coming up
Spending all my money on drugs, booze and I'm running
From track to track to track

I wish I could tell you something else pertaining to
The situation brought up ahead
Oh, but I'm to tired, I'm to stoned
I think I'm probably running low on gas
I'm freaking out!
Oh, I'm freaking out!

When summer comes this will all be a different story
When morning comes you gotta get up and do it again
Woah yeah

I wish I could tell you something else pertaining to
The situation brought up ahead
Oh, but I'm to tired, I'm to stoned
I think I'm probably running low on gas
Oh, I'm freaking out!

Oh, I'm freaking out!

Oh, I'm freaking out!

Oh, I'm freaking out!