Machine Gun

Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With a headache I can't ignore Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone's floor And so I can't keep this up I have had enough Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb To cover up my morning breath of gin Something doesn't seem to sit with me right It's going out the way it went in And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out I'm on to you 'cause you can count me out I'm tired of leaving my embarrassments behind --- Machine Gun - Sum 41