I rise each morning, wondering who's bed I'm sleeping in
Eyes half closed, reflecting on the past night's broken movies
Trying to remember each piece of that imaginary puzzle
It seemed to feel so easy to recall that I let it slip out
Maybe leaked out of my mouth along with the night's evil
The soothing spirits, almost feel like an injection of happy juice
So calming, slowly swirling down to the bottom of the bottle
The slight smile from thinking about the good times
To the crashing world around you, blaring in through the window
Leaking in the light to remind me once again, I'm still living
Start it over once again, but never caring for the purpose
Every day is never the same, and I think "Man, this has been worth it"
