Woke up this morning with nails in my head
Snails on the floor and rocks in the bed
In a derelict shoebox at 7 AM
The neighbors still screaming, well bully for them!

Rolling and thrashing and trying to sleep
Nightmares to count, I can't bother with sheep
The sun shine so bright when I finally pass out
But I wanna wake up on the weekend for once

Oh, hand me the phone, I gotta call someone
To find out what happened and if I had fun
Oh, please don't hold me to whatever I said
I really didn't mean it, or maybe I did

We laugh and we sing through the dark hours of night
It's a quarter past midnight, we've started to fight
12 roads to nowhere, 13 roads to Hell
I hope there's a detour, I don't feel so well

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): John Bassham, Maati Stojanovich