Saturday Morning

I can't get up, I'm feeling unwell
Last night I was drunk as hell
Friday night really hits me hard
When morning comes I'm bruised and scared

Don't bother ringing, I'm hanging up the phone
I just wanna be left alone
Can't recall a thing I did or said
Can't stop the room spinning in my head

Saturday morning I'm feeling low
Times moving but moving far too slow
Friday night we were riding high
These times seem to fly right by

Cover my eyes and climb back in bed
I can't stop this pounding head
Mornings like these are the worst
I start to feel like I've been cursed

Sweating out my demons but they won't leave yet
Head's still spinning with the beers and regret
Flashbacks fuck me up, Nurofen's not enough
It's half 5(pm) but I'm still not getting up

Saturday morning I'm feeling low
Times moving but moving far too slow
Friday night we were riding high
These times seem to fly right by