This terrible hangover
Makes me feel tired,
Beaten, wasted
I haven’t touched a drop yet
All that’s going on
And on and on
Stress is the ultimate pandemic
That we keep fighting
I’m not sure if we intend to win
All that anguish, all that despair
Just about everywhere
All that darkness
Even Netflix blockbusters
Are all about dystopia
I cannot run away
Maybe that’s exactly why
My hangover is not going anywhere
Anywhere soon at least
Till I beat the beast
Some ***** or lots of beers
Curtaining all my fears