Foggy memories of high beams and side swipes
Are all I got left over from last night
Plus this hangover so flip the light switch
I'm trying to sober up for a double work shift
Taking trash out, bags sounding like a wind chime
bottles rattling around like ghosts of a good time
My cigarette smoke in an autumn breeze
Dances in a whirlwind of dead leaves and dry heaves
As I recall fumbling for car keys
In the dark getting hollered at by the bar keep
And stars spinning in the sky above me
Was thinking 'bout does my ex still love me?
I go to check the phone for text messages
But it was one with the void lost to the messiness
Of last night, burning cigarettes like an effigy
Protesting the absurdity of everything
And now it's something like a bad dream
Clear recollection washed out in the moon beams
Leaving me with nothing but the bad vibes
Of last night's rowdy crowd's hive mind
It's probably high time I get my shit straight
Or maybe later on I'll get shit faced
On a bit of the hair of the K-9
That's got me hacking fur balls in the daylight

Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other I'm gonna have to quit
Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other
It's one or the other

Foggy reminiscence of pissing out on a dumpster
Double frosting drinks, kissing smokes 'till my tongue hurt
Comic strips with no dialogue bubbles
Are all that's left after last nights scuffle
With the roughian drinking White Russians like a stunt double
Who sat at the bar sat at the barstool making life trouble
Making nice with the demons in my psyche
That might be me, but ain't quite just like me
This is me trying to gather my faculties
Or maybe I am the stunt double actually
I'll never know I just go with the flow
Dumping water down my gullet like Poseidon gone broke
And my spigot is the last of his inventory
Check the moral bank and it's the same story
Empty like the glass still sticky from the rum
Makes me sick from the smell that's the taste on my tongue
Makes the bubble guts swell and shits all run
That makes another Smell I'm gonna get sick from
Sick of myself, sick of not feeling well
Sick of the choices that I pick and how they trickle down
Swigging pickle juice for the nausea
Trying to recall any truth that I'm conscious of
Like how the fuck much was the bar tab
Did I pay up or give a hard pass
Did I make conversation to befriend
Or did my slurred words all condescend
Did I fuck up with my friends
And what the fucks up with my car's front end

Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other I'm gonna have to quit
Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other I'm gonna have to quit
Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other
It's one or the other
Trying to stay right
Trying to stay lit
It's one or the other I'm gonna have to quit
I'm gonna have to quit