Sober for the Weekend

I’d like to move in on you
Can’t get outside of myself
You’re a little less impressive
My sense of humor is running dry
I look around the room
The haze is settling in
Everyone’s got blank expressions
When i get
Sober for the weekend
Alone in my own bed
And my hands have stopped shaking
No words that I regret
Nothing keeps me from sleeping
I can hear myself again
I can hear myself again
I’ll never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
Are you still having fun?
Or did I start to get boring?
It’s getting hard to hear you and
I’m not feeling like myself today
I look around the room
The haze is settling in
Everyone’s got blank expressions
When I get
Sober for the weekend
Alone in my own bed
And my hands have stopped shaking
No words that I regret
Nothing keeps me from sleeping
I can hear myself again
I can hear myself again
I’ll never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself
I never find myself
I never find myself
I never find myself
I never find myself
I never find myself
I never find myself
When I get
Sober for the weekend
Alone in my own bed
And my hands have stopped shaking
I can hear myself again
I can hear myself again
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle
I never find myself at the bottom of a bottle