Take a rain check I'm such a mess
Don't know how I'll make it up to you all
Fell outta bed and hit my head
I feel like someone was crawling the walls
It feels like the world could explode
And I just don't care at all

Need no excuse to celebrate
Lets get wrecked its so great to be young
Like a boxing match we pour our drinks down the hatch
Then set fire to the drugs

While the existential crisises grow
And I just don't care at all
So take a rain check I'm such a mess
Don't know how I'll make it up to you all
Got your note, gave me hope maybe we'd be making love every night
Cause if we're fucked we might as well live it up
It feels wrong to be right
We're just kicking the can down the road
And i just don't care at all
So take a rain check im such a mess
Don't know how i'll make it up to you all

Peggy lee said if that's all there is let's keep dancing before its too dark
Roll out the booze we'll have a ball its so fun but it sure leaves a mark
Oh to die or to sleep no more, I just don't care at all
So take a rain check I'm such a mess dont know how I'll make it up to you all

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Writer(s): CARL WILLARD BROEMEL