~Br0kenAngel

Woke up to that familiar feelin', starin' at a unfamiliar ceilin'
Still got ya jeans on but you're topless, headache and the stomach feels nauseous
Grab your shirt off the bedroom floor, and try to recollect the night before
How'd ya get from the bar to this mattress, and when ya got here then what happened?
And where's the who that lives here in this house wanna figure out how'd ya get here
But the though got cut by nature find the bathroom the gut got anger
Here it comes can't avoid it ain't the first time throwin up in this strange toilet
Anyone else would leave but you you crawled back to the bed and fell back asleep

All we need is because come and party with us
Take care of you when you're passed out
Right there with you in your glass house

Woke up all alone with no friends, but you had to throw up again
Choke up the tears and the spit grab some tissue to wipe off your lips
And everything still spins, and then the chills begin and then the
God please kill me right now hits and you still don't know who's house this is
In between left over dry-heaves you're trying to check out your time piece and
You should call your job but first gotta turn this hangover off you dream that
It's just a dream until the phone in your pocket starts to scream shut it down
Don't wanna hear a sound heavy as the head that wears that crown now.

All we need is because come and party with us
Take care of you when you're passed out
Right there with you in your glass house

Hangover ain't a strong enough word, it don't describe what just occurred
Lookin' at a phone full of missed calls probably all the people that you pissed off
Everything seems so sour so you forced yourself into the shower standin' up
Brings out the stars and the whole bathroom smells just like a dive bar
Can't do it, better sit, and let the tub be the catchers mitt lay down face down
Thank god whoever lives here ain't around now what you need is silence and
You don't want no one to see you like this maybe you don't recognize it but
This is your home this is where your life lives.


WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, YOU PAINT THAT SHIT GOLD...