hungover.

I'm waking up too late And falling on the floor And I don't know the date Or what I'm living for My head, it's got an ache And both my feet are sore My heart, it's gonna break If I use it anymore Maybe I'll just spend this day in bed Close my eyes and wish that I was dead I went to bed alone But woke up with regret My stomach starts to moan Guess it's time to empty it I'm kneeling at my throne It's made of porcelain Guess it's time to check my phone And see who wants me dead Curled up, blankets pulled over my head Swear I'll never go outside again (Oh no) (La la) Now every mistake I know I ever made Accompanies the ache Of my shameful cascade Say so long to a little self respect 'Cos I know I'll just do it all again