My weekends turned into wipe outs,
Texting strangers for powdered pain killer.
No breakfast, getting up after 3,
If I didn't have the dog
Then I would just sleep.
My nose burns,
My head hurts.
Nothing interests me,
But the crash and burn.
3 beers and a point 4.
Just to want more.
Standing in the living room
With no top on shadow boxing,
But my trouble mind isn't winning.
My runny nose isn't stopping,
I should drink some water
But there is always room for one more.
