I Feel Like Shit
Well I fell asleep with my jeans again
Sun drilling a hole in my aching head
Can't find the keys to my damn car
I'm scared to check my credit card
But I made it to my house so it could be worse
I cross my heart, I'll never drink again
Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
Time after time I never seem to learn
After fifteen shots of Jameson, the morning always hurts
I feel like shit
I was only going out for one
Then you showed up and it all went wrong
And we got to talk, and they got to pour
And we shut her down at three in the morning
Save the stories, I don't wanna know
I cross my heart, I'll never drink again
Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
Time after time I keep on coming back
There's a train inside my cranium and it's running off the tracks
I feel like shit
Oh no
I see it ain't as my phone start to ring
Oh whoa
It's happy hour at Margaritaville, I know I said wouldn't but just for one I will
I cross my heart, ain't staying out for long
Go on, make mine a double, feels like I'm living in a song
My, oh my, tequila and a lime
I swear I've read this book before a few too many times
I'm feeling pretty good right now but I know come morning time
I feel like shit
Like shit
Sun drilling a hole in my aching head
Can't find the keys to my damn car
I'm scared to check my credit card
But I made it to my house so it could be worse
I cross my heart, I'll never drink again
Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
Time after time I never seem to learn
After fifteen shots of Jameson, the morning always hurts
I feel like shit
I was only going out for one
Then you showed up and it all went wrong
And we got to talk, and they got to pour
And we shut her down at three in the morning
Save the stories, I don't wanna know
I cross my heart, I'll never drink again
Just leave me here to die and blame it on my friends
Time after time I keep on coming back
There's a train inside my cranium and it's running off the tracks
I feel like shit
Oh no
I see it ain't as my phone start to ring
Oh whoa
It's happy hour at Margaritaville, I know I said wouldn't but just for one I will
I cross my heart, ain't staying out for long
Go on, make mine a double, feels like I'm living in a song
My, oh my, tequila and a lime
I swear I've read this book before a few too many times
I'm feeling pretty good right now but I know come morning time
I feel like shit
Like shit
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Writer(s): Danny Robert Worsnop, Roger N Hodges
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