Rock Bottom (Acoustic)
I'm down at rock bottom
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the bottle
But I always wake up on my face
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
I really miss my Uncle
He loved his bottle you know
He tried to run from tomorrow
But you heard it said what comes around goes
I'm down at rock bottom
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the bottle
But I always wake up on my face
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my Bed
Cuz I'm down at rock bottom
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the Bible
But I know that I can't get away
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
We've been sitting round drinking poison so long
That we feel like it's right when it's wrong
We've known for so long
But we just play along
It's like nobody cares anymore
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the bottle
But I always wake up on my face
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
I really miss my Uncle
He loved his bottle you know
He tried to run from tomorrow
But you heard it said what comes around goes
I'm down at rock bottom
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the bottle
But I always wake up on my face
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my Bed
Cuz I'm down at rock bottom
And I know that my somethings too late
I tried to run from the Bible
But I know that I can't get away
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
We've been sitting round drinking poison so long
That we feel like it's right when it's wrong
We've known for so long
But we just play along
It's like nobody cares anymore
Cuz Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
Saturday I'm good but then comes around Sunday
And Sunday turns to Monday
And Monday turns to Friday
And I'm in my bed
Credits
Writer(s): Bryant Pate
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