Well I´m up and I don´t know why,
But I guess that´s all that counts.
Looking ´round as I´m holding my head,
and I´m in somebody´s house.

The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can´t ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone´s floor.

I can´t keep this up.
I have had enough.

Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn´t seem to sit with me right
it´ going out the way it went in.
I can´t keep this up.
I have had enough.

You can count me out, I´m on to you.
You can count me out, I´m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind.