Mundane Monday, headed to the desk
Change in my pocket and a logo on my chest
Where you been? Here's a pen
Sit down and write me a book about it
I'm late again and only god knows why
I'm holding luggage under both of my eyes
Back is bent, my lungs are spent
Dry heaving in the back of the parking lot
Something in the back of my head
Is pulling me towards my old ways
I think about it everyday
When the bottom is just a drop away
Etc
Get my head right
Coming home and I don't know when
Wipe my mouth when I walk in
Hold my chin up and grin
Sit down and tell me all about it
Room spinning while I drag my feet
Think I'm getting dumber every time I speak
Gotta go. I need to split
My words are slurred and I still can't see for shit
Something in the back of my head
Is pulling me towards my old ways
I think about it everyday
When the bottom is just a drop away
Etc
Get my head right
Find my own way
Fog headed ordeal
Find my own way
Etc
Something in the back of my head
Is pulling me towards my old ways
I think about it everyday
When the bottom is just a drop away
Etc
Get my head right
Find my own way
Fog headed ordeal
Find my own way