The Spiral

Monday morning doesn’t matter to me
Saturday night fucked me completely
Sunday morning’s filled with regret
All week long I’m just trying to forget
Heart palpitations, these complication
That always come with two day vacations
My head is aching, I’m hallucinating
There’s no way I’m ever escaping
I can’t seem to get it straight
And I know that I can’t quit today
I’m too fucking weak
Fever sweats at night
Choking fits and tasting bile
While all my friends just shake their heads
I’m in denial