Don't Laugh, I'm Totally Serious

Woke up wrapped up in myself
Bad headache and a dry mouth
I got blood on my hands and face
From your new friend who you let take my place
And I can’t decide whether to apologize or go on being dry inside
And I spend all my time hoping you’ll drop by
And you told me that «shit happens»
And «that's the way it’s gotta be.»
You preach about how your life’s gotten better
Why the fuck can’t that shit ever happen to me?
Alcohol and percocet
Smoky rooms and uninvited guests
I’m chopping up lines to get rest
Tattoo your name right across my chest
I remember the time when we got really high and saw blue lights flying by
And I’m still getting high, hoping you’ll drop by, because I’m the one for you
I’m the one for you