Sofa Surfing

I've got this weekend comin' and it's on repeat I've been sofa surfing from suite to settee From dusk till dawn now it's blinding me Gotta get off my hole and order my taxi Gotta go to the sink, gotta blow my nose Think I lost phone but all I need was a smoke I don't need my wallet, I'm already broke The end of the drag, the butt of the joke Another cut on my wrist but another story to tell Driver asks me why I'm lookin' pretty pale I tell him I'm good but inside I'm hell And since I've lost my keys, I guess I'll just ring the bell Now I'm lying in bed, swaying on a boat Shelf above my head, where my medicine floats Up and down the stairs, hands and knees no rope This oh familiar slope becomes a character trope Am I thinking sad or has my smile croaked It just makes me mad that my memories choked Driving a heave, trying to boke so I Stick two fingers down my throat Trying to leave, I'm trying to hide from my folks I don't want them to see, I don't want to provoke Pulling up the sleeves of the clothes that are soaked Laying in my sweat as the words remain unspoke Now I'm trapped in work, trace mistakes I made Who I shoulda been and what I shoulda said Gotta take some time, reassess my head But that's easier said so I'll just go on the bend Go for a drink, no need to think Tilt my head back and watch the end of it sink I got this weekend coming and it's on repeat Got this weekend coming and it's on repeat Got this weekend coming and it's on repeat And it's on repeat, and it's on repeat And it's on repeat, and it's on re-