Well I`m up and I don`t know why,
But I guess that`s all that counts.
Looking `round as I`m holding my head,
and I`m in somebody’s house.
The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can`t ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone`s floor.
I can`t 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 doesn`t seem to sit with me right
it` going out the way it went in.
I can`t keep this up.
I have had enough.
You can count me out, I`m on to you.
You can count me out, I`m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind