there's trouble when you wake up half drunk
there's trouble when you in your own filth
there's trouble when you wake up all alone
there's trouble when you wake up in someone else's bed
why is it like this every weekend
why do i insist on torturing myself
will there come a time
when i'll be able to live with myself
to live with myself without the help of something else
there's trouble when you wake up still drunk
and your eyes burn
and your head's pounding
your body wants to punish you for what you've done
but my feeble will
will bring me back to this place again