Barely moving
Head is pounding
Grabbing for my temples
Heart racing
Barely gonna make it
Never gonna make it
Dry heave
Real heave
Dry heave
Still paying for the night before
One tequila
Two tequila
Three tequila
Floor
What the **** did I do this for?
Light's too bright
Sound's too loud
Can't get my breakfast down
Everything I eat
Comes right back out
Up the throat
And out my mouth
Choke down bile
Sit down a while
Stare at the kitchen tiles
Half the day is down the drain
Never-ending bouts of pain
Dry heave's back
Won't cut me slack
Mind-splitting ***** attack
Searing pain
Back once again
Riding the porcelain bus
For at least another 10
I feel like ****
I'm calling it quits
Peace, everyone
I'm done with this