You wake up somedays and your head hurts

Like none of the lights in your house work

Youve been up all night spending other peoples money

Its time to slow down from the speed that your running

Its hard sometimes being yourself

Like discarded rags on your top shelf

You put on your clothes that you wore just once

And your out of fashion and shes out of class

Everyones always asking "when were going away?"

Nobodys ever saying "when are we here to stay?"

Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head

Who are these people getting me out of bed

You wake up somedays and your head hurts

Like none of the lights in your house work

Youve been up all night spending other peoples money

Its time to slow down from the speed that your running

Everyones always asking "when were going away?"

Nobodys ever saying "when are we here to stay?"

Theres a hole in my pocket and a presure in my head

Who are these people getting me out of bed

(Hey now holy cow, I dont know what we were doing)

You wake up somedays and your head hurts

(Oh wee look at me, we dont know what we were doing)

Its hard sometimes being yourself

(Thats alright)

Youve been up all night spending other peoples money

Its time to slow down from the speed that your running

You put on your clothes that you wore just once

And your out of fashion and shes out of class