| I woke up with a screwdriver lodged in my head
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| I don’t know how it got there
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| Intuition tells me that it has something to do
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| With all the bottles on the floor
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| And the puke in my hair
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| It feels like I ate a sandpaper square
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| My eyes are bloodshot and there’s smoke in the air
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| Why do I always do this to myself?
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| I woke up with some stitches in my head and
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| I don’t know how they got there
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| Intuition tells me that it has something to do
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| With all the shots that I poured
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| And the friends that I scared
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| When I slipped and fell down the stairs
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| I drank so much that I forgot to care
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| Why do I always do this to myself?
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| I told myself I’d only go out for one but
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| I ended up drinking at least four beers shotgunned
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| I never thought that it’d end up this way, please
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| God, tell me I’ll end up okay
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| I told myself I’d only go out for one but
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| I ended up drinking at least eight shots for fun
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| I never thought that it’d end up this way, please
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| God, tell me I’ll end up okay
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| I woke up with a screwdriver lodged in my head
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| And I know how it got there |
| I get myself into these situations that
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| Honestly I wish that I could care
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| Honestly I wish that I could care
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| Honestly I wish that I…
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| I wish that I would’ve never gone and done this
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| I wish that I had control
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| I told myself I’d only go out for one but
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| I ended up drinking at least four beers shotgunned
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| I never thought that it’d end up this way, please
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| God, tell me I’ll end up okay
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| I told myself I’d only go out for one but
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| I ended up drinking at least eight shots for fun
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| I never thought that it’d end up this way, please
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| God, tell me I’ll end up okay
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| (God, tell me I’ll end up okay)
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| God, tell me I’ll end up okay
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| I woke up with a screwdriver lodged in my head
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| I don’t know how it got there |