Sunday Morning Casualties
Don't you dare open the curtains
The sunlight hurts my eyes
Looks like I lost my clothes last night,
can't say that I'm suprised
Was gonna have a quiet night
No I wasn't gonna drink
So why do I remember someone pissing in the sink
Yeah it's another sunday morning and I don't know where I am
I need a bloody mary but I'm not sure if I can stand
Please bartender open up it's pissing down with rain
I need something to ease my mind something to numb the pain
It started off so quietly
Yeah things were going fine
But then someone in the bathroom offered me a cheeky line
It happens every weekend
The nights become a blur
Getting drunk and crying cus I'm thinking about her
Oh it's another sunday morning and I don't know where I am
All I need's another drink then I'll be feeling grand
Please bartender open up I can't wait here anymore
Looking like a casualty and living like a whore
I just want someone to take me home
Because I don't think that I should be alone.
Won't somebody please take me home
I don't want to be left on my own, anymore.
To the weekend warriors, saturday soldiers and monday mourners..
91' - 2012'.
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