Well Iīm up and I donīt know why,
But I guess thatīs all that counts.
Looking īround as Iīm holding my head,
and Iīm in somebodyīs house.
The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I canīt ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someoneīs floor.
And so I canīt keep this up.
I have had enough.
Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesnīt seem to sit with me right
itīs going out the way it went in.
And so I canīt keep this up.
I have had enough.
īCause you can count me out, Iīm on to you.
īCause you can count me out, Iīm tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind.
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