Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
Lyrics
Laying half-naked on my craft-o-matic adjustable bed,
And I'm looking at the back of her head, wondering if she's still awake.
I need to ask her something, so I whisper softly as I grab her shoulder,
And give her a shake.
I'm growing more impatient by the minute and my hangover is
Taking its sweet ass time, taking its toll.
My head is spinning in circles and I try to think of what I did last night.
How'd I get home?
I get up and walk to the door,
Turn on the light and look back at that whore.
I don't remember anything at all.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to stop the drinking.
I think I won't but that's what I've been thinking.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to lay off the booze.
Too much to lose.
Wearing my best suit, laying on my craft-o-matic adjustable bed,
And I'm staring at the ceiling wondering if I should go out.
I was coerced into bar hopping, but I know if I go out then I'll get drunk.
I have no doubt.
I decided to go out to the Hop.
I told my friends I wouldn't drink a drop.
I didn't fool anyone at all.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to stop the drinking.
I think I won't but that's what I've been thinking.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to lay off the booze.
Too much to lose.
Fuck it! I'm a get drunk tonight,
'Cause alcohol makes everything alright.
I forgot how much I hate sobriety.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to stop the drinking.
I think I won't but that's what I've been thinking.
I think I need to stop the drinking. I think I need to lay off the booze.
Too much to lose.
copyright Ben Allred 2003