The Connoisseur of Great Excuse

Of all the foolish things to do
I became a connoisseur of great excuse
And my pessimistic past the blame
Will never make this go away

Of all the foolish things I've said
That keep me sleepy, almost dead
I'm sorry if I've let you down
My eyes were closed, they're open now

I'm waking up
I am waking up
I am waking up
I am awake

And this has all been said before
I've listened, but then I ignored
My ears grew deaf, my head gave up
The junkie knows not when to stop

Of all the foolish alibis
The constipated push for why
I've had a blanket pulled over my eyes
Oh, hush now, baby, don't you cry

I'm waking up
I am waking up
I am waking up
I am awake

I'm waking up
Coming, I'm waking up
I'm ready, I'm waking up
I am awake



Credits
Writer(s): Damien George Rice
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