| Well I fell asleep with my jeans again
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| Sun drilling a hole in my aching head
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| Can’t find the keys to my damn car
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| I’m scared to check my credit card
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| But I made it to my house so it could be worse
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| I cross my heart, I’ll never drink again
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| Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
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| Time after time I never seem to learn
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| After fifteen shots of Jameson, the morning always hurts
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| I feel like shit
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| I was only going out for one
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| Then you showed up and it all went wrong
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| And we got to talk, and they got to pour
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| And we shut her down at three in the morning
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| Save the stories, I don’t wanna know
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| I cross my heart, I’ll never drink again
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| Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
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| Time after time I keep on coming back
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| There’s a train inside my cranium and it’s running off the tracks
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| I feel like shit
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| Oh no
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| I see your name as my phone starts to ring
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| Oh whoa
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| It’s happy hour at Margaritaville, I know I said wouldn’t but just for one I
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| will
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| I cross my heart, ain’t staying out for long
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| Go on, make mine a double, feels like I’m living in a song
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| My, oh my, tequila and a lime
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| I swear I’ve read this book before a few too many times
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| I’m feeling pretty good right now but I know come morning time
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| I feel like shit
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| Like shit |